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[BUCKFIRE]

"I'd say 'm on track to be the best of the best. Your daughter's a good teacher." The chocolate tabby answers the leader's inquiry about his training progress, donning a confident smirk. An idea dawns upon Buckfire then, a flame of determination beginning to flicker in his molten gaze. How badass would he look if he beat Scorchstar in a fight? Maybe he'd be free of his apprenticeship to Scorchstorm ( not that he outright disliked hanging out with the younger molly, but he wanted to have the same privileges as any other warrior ).

The moor runner rolls his shoulders, getting to his paws and rounding about before coming to face the scarred calico. "I can prove it. Wanna throw down right here, right now?" Buckfire challenges Scorchstar with a waggle of his faux brows, fully ready to tease her if she for some reason declined.

𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍 ✹ 　. 　 + 　 ˚ 　 · 　 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃

• @SCORCHSTAR no need to wait!

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  — buckfire / 33 moons / he/him pronouns
  — windclan moor runner / shadowing scorchstorm / former loner
  — sh chocolate tabby w/ orange eyes, bite marks on left foreleg, nick in left ear & scratch on right side of lip
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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ When Buckfire had first been allowed to join WindClan, the calico had disapproved. He was just another injured outsider, taking up precious herbs that wouldn’t be used on a more deserving clanmate. He had been a nuisance more than anything—a flirt with a streak of overconfidence. Then he had fallen ill, and he had taken even more of the clan’s herbs, but this time it was no fault of his own. Perhaps catching yellowcough had been his initiation of sorts, the turning point that made Scorchstar view him as a WindClanner rather than an outsider.

When she approaches him to check in on his training, it is with intent. He has been around long enough now that he should be nearing the time to receive the rank of a true warrior, rather than a half-apprentice of her daughter. On track to be one of the best, he says of himself, a smirk settled on his maw. Were he a rooster, he would certainly be strutting around with his chest puffed out, crowing and cawing his own praises. It makes her want to roll her eyes, but valiantly she resists the urge. As it is, he faces her with a challenge, an assertion that he can prove his strength.

The calico’s brow lifts, her muzzle turned down as she scrutinizes him. In a true fight, he has no hope of defeating her. He may take a life, but she has eight to spare—he only has room for one error. Still, it is difficult to see the tom as an enemy, despite his irritating self-assuredness. "No," she responds to his question. "I do not… throw down. I battle. I spar." As any good WindClanner should. It is a friendly jab, a joke if she would ever tell one. As annoyed as she may pretend to be with Buckfire, it is pleasant to speak with someone who forgoes the respect normally given to the deputy (and now, the leader). She lowers her head, golden eyes narrowing. "My question to you is… are you prepared to lose?"

YOU KNOW I DESERVE IT ☽♰☾ WELL, TAKE IT OUT ON ME

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• SCORCHSTAR ⋆⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺⋆ she/they, leader of windclan, tunneler
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw & brackenpaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Who's Buckfire gonna lose to this time? That's what Sedgepounce wonders when he hears the tomcat's voice ring out across camp. His surefire loss to Scorchstorm a moon ago did little to damper his confidence. Sedgepounce's glad for it, though—he likes Buck's easygoing, over-zealous nature. He wouldn't want to see it snuffed out.

The gruff meow which replies is still a shock.

"No way," Sedge guffaws from a distance. A huge grin stretches across his face as incredulous eyes bat between Scorchstar and Buckfire. The leader's flame-streaked form sinks into a battle-ready crouch, and he can't help the startled laugh that explodes from his chest. "No way!"

If Scorchstorm could best Buckfire in a few minutes, he wasn't going to last seconds in a spar against Scorchstar herself. She used to scare him as a kit and she still scares him a little now—he can't imagine staring her down and leveraging a fight. No chance! He's got no chance! "C'mon, Buckfire!" Sedgepounce cheers from the sidelines. "Try not to die!"
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