private I SEEK TO CURE WHAT’S DEEP INSIDE // splinterpaw

[CRAGPAW]

// @SPLINTERPAW.
Mentor tag @FERNGILL (totally can reply but don't feel like you have to!)

The wind whips across the open moor and across the river as Cragpaw pads alongside Ferngill, his eyes scanning the WindClan border. The pale, dying grasses stretch endlessly before him, swaying under the constant gusts, and he narrows his gaze, watching for any sign of movement on the other side. Despite the chill, excitement flickers in his chest. Patrols with his mentor are always an opportunity to prove himself, and today was no different.

He casts a quick glance at Ferngill, catching the older tom's green eye as he straightens his posture. He flexes his claws into the damp earth as he mutters, "Smells like they've been patrolling recently." He'd caught the sharp, grassy scent of WindClan lingering on the border markers, causing him to wrinkle his nose. "I don't know how they survive out there. No trees, no rivers...Just running around like rabbits." The wind whips his words away almost as soon as they leave his mouth, but he knows Ferngill hears him. He flicks his tail dismissively, mismatched eyes narrowing. He'd bet they couldn't last a single second in RiverClan's territory. Their wiry builds wouldn't even be able to make it through a river's current!
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[SPLINTERPAW.]

BUT MAYBE THAT'S A LIE​

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SORRY THIS IS LATE !!! also running under the assumption that splinter didn't hear him but if that was the intention, I can change it!

he hates riverclan. more than he's hates himself. more than he's hates the cats within his clan that are entirely too loud. almost just as much as he hates loud noises, and believe him when he says he cannot stand loud noises. he likes quiet. peace. silence. it's quiet in the tunnels, it's loud up here. his tail twitches as he walks beside his mentor, only stopping when his mentor signals for him to mark the border. he twitches his ears back and forth, the smell of the riverclanners make his stomach turn. ugh. did they always have to smell like that? his ears only perk up as he hears through overly sensitive ears. it's nothing coherent, but it's certainly something. his eyes narrowed, squinting before he just snorts loudly.

"look... fish-breath."

he gestures as his mentor only hum in response.

"h..a...hey... hate. hate them. rabbit brained fools."

featherwing raises a brow.

"really? you've barely been an apprentice long enough to have hatred towards them. you sure you hate them?"

splinterpaw nods resolute. he means it. he hates the way the look, the way they walk, the way they talk. they took everything from him. he will never not hate them for it.

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[CRAGPAW]

Cragpaw's ears flicked as a voice drifts across the border. The faint, snorted insult cuts through the wind, and he stiffens, mismatched eyes locking onto the scruffy blue-eyed apprentice just beyond the river. A surge of hot, unexpected irritation pricks at his pelt. He couldn't make out every word, but the contempt in the WindClanner's tone is unmistakable.

"Fish-breath," He repeats under his breath, lips curling into a snarl. Who did this scrawny rabbit-chaser think he was? The tricolor tom takes a step forward, his claws kneading into the damp ground. "Hey, moss-for-brains!" He calls, raising his voice over the wind. His tail lashes behind him like an agitated snake. "You better watch your mouth. Don't think I didn't hear you." Cragpaw isn't usually one to start stuff at the borders, but stars, he sure will finish them. No one insults him or his clan!
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