I slipped into the afterlife ☄ Snowpaw

[SINGEGLARE]

*+:｡.｡ "HEY!" his voice cuts through the cool morning air, sharp as his glare.
As sharp as the claws that dug into his shoulder, shoving him into the dirt.

It had been a while since he'd spoken to Snowpaw. Since they'd failed in their mission to, what was - play? With Singepaw, The two had been effectively avoiding each other. From Singepaw's perspective, after ages of bickering and sneering at each other, the sudden pounce had felt demeaning. Where had that energy been when they'd been relatively the same size? Why, after all that time of Singepaw trying to get Snowpaw to hang out and chill out that he only decides to play Singepaw's games when he knew he'd get the upper hand?
Surely, Snowpaw had just been bullying Singepaw?

Raising his head high, Singepaw stood before his former, now current again, denmate. Even now, both being nearly fully growing, Snowpaw stood inches taller than Singepaw. It made the boy's unkempt neck fur bristle even more, hating the realization that he might never surpass Snowpaw in height.
He'd been bigger, much bigger. Pressing Singepaw deep into the earth, keeping his wriggling claws away from his flesh, had been such a walk in the park Singepaw hadn't been sure whether his tears came from the pain of teeth digging into his neck or of knowing he was so useless.
"Do you have time to spare?" Singepaw's gravelly voice didn't soften - in fact, it almost sounded like each word was meant to somehow be an insult. But the fact remained - he was being polite. Aggressive, but polite. He didn't want to fight with Snowpaw, not anymore. After experiencing what real bullying was like whatever was between him and Snow was just...way too petty.

"If you do, can you teach me those moves again? Back when we first sparred?"
He pauses a moment, but refuses to look away,
"I uh - I don't remember what you were trying to teach me back then. I'd like another try, if that works with you"

@Snowpaw.

*°:⋆ₓₒ Updated 4/15/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☄ Singepaw
  ☄ Cismale — He/him — Questioning sexuality
  ☄ 6 moons — Ages 1 moon every month on the 2nd
  ☄ NPC x Duckshimmer (brother to Swallowpaw, Sneezepaw)
  ☄ Shadowclan — Kit
  ☄ Apprenticed to Pipitclaw
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☄ Physically easy | mentally easy
  ☄ Attack in bold #b8312f
  ☄ Can be power played just ask
  injuries: Throat bite, flank scratches, various cutes [pained until 04/03/24]
  

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Singpaw had always been an annoyance to Snowpaw since they were kits. Always went around saying he'd be a great warrior, putting others down, and when they were kits Snowpaw had been going through it. Having lost both parents, she had only wanted to be left alone and then, Singepaw's continuous harassment and hurtful words had never helped. Perhaps some reason for her action for how she acted was revenge? Pettiness? Either way, that matter not anymore she had been doing good to stay out of the fiery tom's way, ignoring his arrogance that earned him a spot in the medicine den to the point when she heard his voice scrape her ears her eyes almost twitched as an uncomfortable ease rolled over her fur.

She noted the other was barely at eye level with her, leading the older apprentice to look down on him, and even she lifted her head slightly, yellow eyes locking onto his aqua ones. He asked if she had time to spare, and part of her wanted to say no, and move on yet after what had happened to the tom she was sure he learned a valuable lesson in his own arrogance, that it took training and not being "strong" to be a good warrior.

Next thing he would do is ask, ask her to help him out. She almost laughed at it, she tried to show him before, but he snapped at her because she finally had the upper paw, she at the time had been petty over the situation, wanting to turn around and give Singepaw a taste of his own medicine after his torrents of fury when they had been kits and now, now she had many moons of experience, even more since he had not been allowed out of camp due to him being so young up until now. Apprentice in name but kit in age.

Again, she pondered about saying no, to turn him around and tell him to shoo but, Applejaw had sparred with her when she was barely an experienced apprentice herself, and she had learned much from her experience with the newly made warrior that made the apprentice push a sigh through her lips, stubby tail twitching in irritation. "I suppose I can, but you'll owe me a favor that I can use at any time, and not only that you have to listen, are you willing to listen too, this time?" she asked the tom, keeping her yellow eyes locked onto the other.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowpaw ❄ She/Her, apprentice of Shadowclan, 8 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SINGEGLARE]

*+:｡.｡ The longer the silence stretched, the redder Singepaw's face became. An impressive feat, considering his mask of ruby, but his burning ear tips didn't cool as he waited with a painfully bated breath for a response. A heartbeat and Singepaw was beginning to regret his choice to talk to him. Did he really need to do this to prove he was capable of improving? Singepaw bit his lip as he debated, but the sad truth was...he did. He did need this. Ever since their failure of a spar, Singepaw hasn't been able to let go of the defeat. Truthfully, it had been that spar that had motivated Singepaw to enact his plan. The thought of losing to Snowpaw forever because of his lack of early training had been too painful. After all, if he couldn't defeat Snowpaw, would he ever survive a real fight?

He'd gotten his answer, hadn't he?

Never breaking his gaze from Snowpaw's, Singepaw fought the urge to snap at him again. Instead, Singepaw says, "So long as you ain't a dick about it, then fine. Whatever." He could handle whatever stupid favor Snowpaw wanted. It'd probably be something stupid, like getting Basilpaw to ask him out or whatever.
Again, Singepaw needs to bite his tongue and think carefully before responding. He'd rather tell Snowpaw to shove a stick up his tookus - what do you mean this time? I never asked for a lesson the first time, yah sopping wet rat!. Instead, Singepaw sucked in a deep breath and expelled it slowly. "Yes. I haftah get better" he asserts, lashing his flaming tail.

*°:⋆ₓₒ Updated 4/15/24

• 
  
• 
  
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☄ Singepaw
  ☄ Cismale — He/him — Questioning sexuality
  ☄ 6 moons — Ages 1 moon every month on the 2nd
  ☄ NPC x Duckshimmer (brother to Swallowpaw, Sneezepaw)
  ☄ Shadowclan — Kit
  ☄ Apprenticed to Pipitclaw
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☄ Physically easy | mentally easy
  ☄ Attack in bold #b8312f
  ☄ Can be power played just ask
  injuries: Throat bite, flank scratches, various cutes [pained until 04/03/24]
  

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] For a moment, she wanted to keep the silence. To keep the boy uncomfortable to see him crawl knowing she had everything underneath her paws. So when he finally agreed to her conditions she nodded before getting onto her paws. "Very well then" she stated coolly before getting onto her paws to move to a much more secluded area of the camp. She had far more experience than the other, and had worked hard to get where she was, something Snowpaw will forever hold over Singepaw as long as she could until he could surpass her.

Turning she looked to face him. "When we first...spar, you lunged without thinking, and now that you had a true taste of a fight...did lunging at your opponent without thinking serve you well?" she asked him as she began to slowly close the gap that was between them aiming to knock the tom off his paw with a sweep of her paws keeping a calm look on her face while the tip of her stubby tail twitch. "If you lunge without thinking, your moves are predictable" at least, thats how she remembered it from her times in training with Scorchedmoon, though he skilled more in ambush so perhaps things were a bit...different than what Pipitclaw did.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

• 
  "speak""Thoughts"
  
• 
  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 8 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SINGEGLARE]

*+:｡.｡ "Humph" he mumbles, hating the satisfied gleam in her stupid eyes. Stepping after Snowpaw, he looks around at the empty spot she'd picked, but he feels no fear. Snowpaw wouldn't ever actually hurt him - unless humiliation counts, but then that makes the secluded spot even better for him. He shifts his focus back on the white feline, stiffening his shoulders as he notices the intent in her eyes.

'Lunged without thinking', yeah, that's true. He'd done the same with Halfpaw before he got his ass handed to him when she met him half way. Honestly, there was no thought behind the move besides a hunger to strike. One might even say that it'd been entirely arrogant, thinking he could act without strategy.
His ears snap flat against his head at Snowpaw's ending remark. Did you lunge...? His ears burn hot, but holds his tongue. No...actually, he didn't. The stranger had not even come into Singepaw's line of sight. One second he was looking back for Bloodpaw and the next, pressure smashed down on his flank, resting firmly on the back of his head. There was no time to react, no room to scramble free, no chance. Just teeth snapping around his throat.

This time though, he saw his opponent coming. Singepaw snaps out of his memory, eyes narrowing as Snowpaw. He decides to answer her with his memory of his spar with Halfpaw and meows, "No, it didn't" through gritted teeth. She's not making fun of you, she's not making fun of you he tries to remind himself, clumsily jumping away from her strike.
His muscles tense, ready to lunge, but at the last moment, he catches himself. Thinking about Halfpaw, Singepaw instead begins to circle around Snowpaw. His steps are careful, aiming to keep a far enough distance from Snowpaw to avoid her sweeping his paws again. "Better?" he meows, a crooked grin on his maw. He gets as close to her rear as he can before she has to turn around to properly face him, but before she does, he aims to lunge forward, striking at her flank with his paw.

But when he tries to jump back, expecting a parry, he instead fumbles putting his paw down and his other away and, well, promptly trips over himself and lands on his side. "FUCK!" he announces, scrambling backward before Snowpaw can get the jump on him while he's down.

*°:⋆ₓₒ Updated 4/15/24

• 
  
• 
  
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☄ Singepaw
  ☄ Cismale — He/him — Questioning sexuality
  ☄ 6 moons — Ages 1 moon every month on the 2nd
  ☄ NPC x Duckshimmer (brother to Swallowpaw, Sneezepaw)
  ☄ Shadowclan — Kit
  ☄ Apprenticed to Pipitclaw
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☄ Physically easy | mentally easy
  ☄ Attack in bold #b8312f
  ☄ Can be power played just ask
  injuries: Throat bite, flank scratches, various cutes [pained until 04/03/24]
  

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