pafp i am the MAYHEM // startled

[✧ Marmotbite.]

CAUTION TAPE AROUND MY HEART
marmotpaw | 06 months | female | she/her | physically easy | mentally medium | attack in bold #9ab973

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Marmot is rarley one to leave the quiet of the tunnels. Be it her mentor or an assigned partner, she's never truly alone, but she's never truly bothered by others the way she is in camp. There are no busybody warriors ordering her about, no fussing apprentices trying to socialize, and no annoying kits squealing and shouting as they run and play. Its a nice, peaceful bliss. But... she's been venturing out more and more, as her curiosity grows. She's always been fascinated by the rogues who had arrived not long after she'd awoken in this foreign [place, but now she has her sights set on azaleapaw. Only a moon or two older, and already with a kill count. She aspires to be like her someday - just as she hopes to maybe become immortal like sootstar. today however, she is in camp for none of those reasons - no, she is simply hungry. Another hard days work, left with dirt staining her pelt and paws, leaves her practically salivating. She goes to the freshkill pile to dig through it, mismatched gaze glittering with hunger. She expects to find a tasty meal - not get scared out of her wits.

// please wait for @SUNSTRIDE
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[SUNNVAR]

Just as Marmotpaw does not expect to be startled, Sunstride does not expect to do the startling. In a life lived aboveground, most everyone is aware of his presence at all times. He is not the quietest of creatures, with a pelt as bold as the sun he is named for and a voice that rattles stone in moments of joy and of rage– it does not occur to him at all that his clanmates might not see him the same. That those who live as rabbits may be as easily startled as them, and that apprentices he does not know well may react quite terribly to this. Like Marmotpaw, he is only here for a meal. He approaches behind the small feline, his shadow cast backwards rather than over the pile before her. In fact, there is no sign of his presence at all– not until he leans closer to loom above her and study the pile as well, one great paw reaching around to shift some of the prey about. "I assume you cannot fit a whole rabbit in your belly?" he asks with glittering amusement, though unknown to him at the time, the words mean next to nothing.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-eight moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[SCORCHSTAR]

From across the camp, settled onto her round side and resting lazily, Scorchstreak watches the apprentice as she digs through the prey pile. What is she in search of, the calico wonders. A brow raises as Sunstride approaches the younger cat on surprisingly silent paws. The tomcat is much larger than herself, and she does not expect him to step so lightly. But the tabby-striped lead warrior manages to go unnoticed by Marmotpaw, at least until he holds a heavy paw over the prey pile. Scorchstreak says nothing, but she awaits the reaction of the apprentice, who surely hasn’t noticed the older tom’s approach.
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[✧ Marmotbite.]

CAUTION TAPE AROUND MY HEART
marmotpaw | 06 months | female | she/her | physically easy | mentally medium | attack in bold #9ab973

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Unfortunately for all involved, marmotpaw is easily startled. The moment the massive tom speaks, the tiny se-cat puffs up like a cloud, every hair on her pelt standing on end. Eyes roll wildly, not unlike a startled horse, and she's scrambling backwards - only, sunstride is also behind her, and so really there is no escape. The only thing that comes to panic stricken mind is an act of sheer instinct - one that, if the situation had actually been something to be worried about, would've certainly helped. Instead the only result is needle sharp kitten-teeth chomping down onto the first available limb, unseeing, heart beating so loud it's almost deafening in her ears. By the time it is over and she realizes what has happened - what she has done yet again it is too late. She can only blinks down in cross-eyed horror, face flushed. Oh - there was never any danger, it'd simply been a clanmate.
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