pafp im the new cancer .. ATTACK

[otterbite]

The instability of RiverClan's ousting into SkyClan's camp had introduced Otterpaw to a number of those outside of his Clan than he ever prepared for. He was expected to sleep among them. Hunt beside them. Share prey with them. Live as though they were one massive Clan under the pines and as much as Otterpaw combatted the idea of cooperating with those outside his home, they were left with no other choice. Unlikely friends were made within those nights and when the inevitable time came that SkyClan was rushed from their territory, he did not join them to beg for ShadowClan's mercy.

Several nights were spent in the confines of a garden and several days were spent pacing the fence-line, trying to hunt on land only to be showed up by a pesky part-time warrior. They can't expect to be safe like this. Not forever. Sinister thoughts stirred while he displayed his most charming kindness in turn for Edenpaw's hospitality. When enough time had passed that their curiosity brought them back to SkyClan's border they had run right into the thick of conquering back their land. With the ferocity of LionClan they joined together and fought, and fought until the rogues had either fled or succumbed to the claws and teeth of the Clans. A sweet farewell promised a visit soon, and the apprentice had allowed the snake into their garden.

Honey coated venom coaxed the alabaster cat into the safety of his side. 'Don't worry, I won't let the current catch you.' Reassurance given as they went from one side of the bank to the other. It was hard not to snap at whatever shrilling complaints were given- It's too cold! How do you swim like this? Rolled off him as though his fur was made of feathers.

After a few moments of catching their breath Otterpaw felt a smug grin tug up at his maw, enough to expose the sharp ends of his fangs. While his dear 'friend' tried to shake themselves dry and sing their surprise to surviving the cross, he struck down with heavy paws. Claws were left unsheathed as he forced Edenpaw's muzzle against the peaty soil with one paw and the other holding firmly between their shoulder blades.

"Stupid... Stupid kittypet! Do you realize how easy it could be to kill you?" He sneered, disgusted at just how easy to was to get Edenpaw to crumble beneath him. No matter how much they squirmed and writhed in attempts to get away Otterpaw proved himself stronger in the advantage, sinking his claws into their skin to keep them from thrashing too much. "You know what? I should. I should rid the forest of your filth. Your kind are nothing but a joke to the life of a warrior." He could feel his heart reaching up to his throat again. Like the night the island had been flooded with shadowed figures and forced them to flee. When he had dug claws into flesh and felt the sticky warmth of victory coat his paws red.

He could see it prickle from beneath his claws now. Tiny little dots the beckoned to be freed from within little Edenpaw. Otterpaw lunged with open jaws toward the other's face- a flinch- teeth sank down on muscle with no intent to let go. He struggled to keep a hold against his captive now, unrefined in his skills still and Edenpaw began to slip away. Hunger for the fight gnawed away at him, and he gave in. While they took the moment to flee Otterpaw hooked his paws into their shoulders and dragging his claws down their coat while they ripped themself away from him. Wings of red bloomed across porcelain and Otterpaw's eyes grew wide, ears ringing above the screams of the cat before him.

// pls wait for replies from @edenpaw ?! (first) & @Starlightpaw @Velvetpaw @bubblepaw (any order)
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RIVERCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ BLUE-BLACK CHIMERA ✦ 7 MOONS ✦ TAGS​

 

[edenberry ?!]

A promise made is one worth keeping. So when they'd departed after claiming victory over the rogues that had ousted their respective homes, Edenpaw had assured with the sweetest smile they'd be back by the RiverClan border soon enough to make sure everything was going well there. Those poor fish cats deserved some peace... they were among the first displaced. They'd been over-joyed to share their garden with someone who had never experienced one before, to guide Otterpaw through a secret world that belonged only to kitty-pets. It was cool, to the excitable youth, to lead a double life like this. Like a spy or secret agent or something... certainly no hero.

Hero was a title that belonged to the dark furred chimera they mingled with across the river.

The proposition to come over and explore his view of SkyClan was a bit shocking at first-- he hardly seemed the type to fuddle around the borders but... he moved with such expert confidence through the water they couldn't say it wasn't practically flying through it. A furious blush sat under the fur on their cheeks as he stepped in close, encouraging them to take a dip... to paddle across like a drowned rat (it was harder than it looked). Splutters of their difficulty to succeed surely proved to be grating but... they'd been humble about climbing the trees (kinda) so it was an owed courtesy to humor the whining.

Settling across with verdant eyes wide, Edenpaw absorbed the view of the wind-blown trees in sheer awe. Who would've thought a small change in perspective would be like rediscovering SkyClan all over again? "Wow... it's so beautiful,"

They turn, eyes squeezed shut in delight with a smile that matched. "Dont you think so Otterpaw...?"

And they feel the warm touch of a pelt against theirs and it truly feels like being doted upon by a great adventurer, one with the skill and prowess of a cat twice his senior. But the warmth of his closeness does not match the ice in his voice--

Their face finds the dirt quickly, hardly able to suck in an alarmed gasp for fear of being drowned instead. The stiff dirt and muck hurts, finds its way into their nose uncomfortably, soaks into the damp fur of their cheek like glue. His monologue is one of a stranger, a hissing snake that had been rattling for weeks without their noticing. Stupid, he says, and he says it with such hate they can feel their legs go numb, affrighted by the realization of his ruse.

He had tricked them.. And now he crowed of his easy victory, citing their weakness as a fatal flaw. They'd made it easy... to be picked out as the frail link. To have cowered in the face of the rogues and wailed of their imminent death, it had practically summoned him. It felt so unreal... so unbelievable that anyone would've dedicated so much time to pretending to be their friend. Pretending to care... Pretending to take joy in the things they did. To have...

... coaxed them across the river.

Their eyes move towards the border, chill spreading to their core as it dawns on them the full scope of his plans. "I- But I thought we were friends," they whine, tears welling in their eyes as they look up towards the boy who had been their ally but a moment ago. His teeth lean in for a malicious kiss and they flinch to be free of it- to be left alone from his touch and escape. They had to get out of here- Who could they tell? Who would believe them? They didn't want to get into trouble--

The sensation of teeth sinking past the surface of fur and skin makes them screech. His jaws wrapped hungrily around the thin muscles of their cheek, hooked tightly and while it is more insufferable than that rogue had been, that makes it all the more terrifying. Kicking out a paw that moves on its own, they catch him off guard long enough to spin around onto their feet and run- flee, fly, jump, anything to just be back where flourishing grasses felt familiar and safe under-paw. "You-you liar!" they yell, but all the threat of anger means nothing when they raise no claws to defend themself.

Even as they turn to hare towards the river, he cannot contain his jubilation to be doing this; to be hunting them like prey. Claws gouge into their shoulder blades and Edenpaw practically slumps under his dragging weight, shaking in their effort to pull- go, go, go, run--

And though they can feel how hot and sticky their back is and how much it burns, they don't stop running through the rapids, splashing from shallow depth to shore as quickly as possible. Even when they are safely on their side of the border, they only spare a glance back-- a face half-stained and a cape drawn in their own blood.


-- and we out <333​

 

[bubbleburst]

"GOT A LITTLE CASH NOW SO THAT SKIRT IS DIOR"​

Bubblepaw has never been the type to think less of others, even if they come from other clans or domiciles. Even so, she still understands that RiverClan is RiverClan, and her loyalty and strength should remain only with them. She doesn't think less of Edenpaw for being a SkyClan cat- nor does she even think worse of them for being whatever they call those half kittypets- but they don't belong here. Not on RiverClan territory, and not near Otterpaw either.

She scents the fresh smell of SkyClan before she spots either of the pair sitting together. Bubblepaw is fairly certain she sees them together, though she can't make out any words being said thanks to the autumnal breezes whipping through the air and the leaves crunching underfoot. Any semblance of an amiable relationship between them is lost when Otterpaw jumps on top of Edenpaw though, and the silver apprentice is frozen for a moment as she watches her friend hiss and dig his claws into the other. When Edenpaw struggles free Bubblepaw stumbles forward, rushing to aid Otterpaw in the fight should he need it.

The SkyClan apprentice's words reach her: 'you- you liar!' perplexing Bubblepaw as to what they might mean by that. To her, it looks like they got caught in a squabble and lost... What would Otterpaw ever be lying about? By the time she's caught up to the scene Edenpaw is already halfway across the river again, casting a glance back at them as they run away painful and bloodied. The distinctive metallic scent of blood permeates the cool autumn air, distasteful as always to the RiverClan apprentice.

"They shouldn't have crossed the river..." Bubblepaw's voice is nearly a whisper, seeping out from between her jaws in a way that sounds more like she's trying to reassure herself than anything. She tries not to stare at the crimson-tipped paws that adorn Otterpaw. "What happened?" the silver tabby's brow furrows as she pointedly looks Otterpaw in the face. She makes a concerted effort to direct her concerns to her friend instead of the SkyClanner that has turned tail and run off their territory. Surely there is a good reason for this.​

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[Velvetpaw]

Velvetpaw thinks little of the collar-wearing mites that pretend to be cats. They are poor imitations; jealous things that want desperately for a life they can't have in the Clans. Maybe it's hypocritical, but even rogues have more decorum than kittypets, he thinks; for as much grief as his birthplace put him through, at least he hadn't been strung in belled collars or reliant on upwalkers of all things to take care of him. SkyClan is foolish for taking in those leeches. This, Velvetpaw knows. For even though RiverClan had taken him in, at least he could take care of himself; earn his share. What could a kittypet earn? A pat on the head? A meal they didn't even need? It was pathetic.

Like Bubblepaw, he smells SkyClan before he sees them. He'd been out to blow off some steam, doing something he's sure Timberpool would not approve of; but the idea of making that sort of trouble quickly leaves his mind when he spots Otterpaw with a strange apprentice along the bank. At first they seem amicable. Velvetpaw's interest is piqued. What is Otterpaw doing with an apprentice that obviously is not from RiverClan? But soon the quiet scene devolves into an all-out brawl, and though his questions do not fade, he recognizes when he needs to spring into action.

But Otterpaw has already taught them their lesson. Edenpaw flees, red ichor flagging behind them in thin ribbons. Bubblepaw materializes from between the reeds. Velvetpaw fixes Otterpaw with an icy stare. What were they doing? It's all he can think about; what were they doing before the fighting broke out? But then, Otterpaw had chased that scrap of fur out of their territory after all, hadn't he? Velvetpaw's white-tipped tail flicks, and he stands near Bubblepaw, glancing over his shoulder at the trail Edenpaw had left. Who were they?

"What was that?" he adds his own query to the chorus, gaze narrowed as he turns it back on Otterpaw. But his tone is not so biting. If a SkyClanner were to step over the border, then it was only right that they got what they deserved– what Velvetpaw is more curious about is whatever amicable meeting had preceded that brawl.​

 

[Cricketchirp]

( ✩ )　 Starlightpaw recognizes the smell of SkyClan as soon as the breeze brings it to him, and all the bitter humiliation of sheltering among the kittypet-blooded is quick to return. Leeches, parasites, soft-bellied things who've never known true hurt, true hunger. Returning to feast from the slop of twolegs while the clan cats starve -- selfish, heartless, and altogether beneath a cat like him.

A sneer curls her lip as she speeds her pace. The collared creature is an unwelcome sight, but even more-so is seeing a RiverClan apprentice alongside them -- conversing with them, as though a friend.

As Edenpaw flees trailing ribbons of red behind them, Starlightpaw strides quickly forwards. He is not alone; dark ears perk up at Bubblepaw's words. " Mm, shouldn't have crossed the river... " echoes the apprentice softly, casting a scrutinizing starry gaze upon Otterpaw. The scene had seemed... peaceful, almost. Friendly. Too similar to the recent days of peace between the clans, a picture suspended. That is, until Otterpaw had attacked the other cat. A good and righteous thing to do, and yet...

You liar, the kittypet had yowled, betrayal in their shrill voice. Starlightpaw wanted to assume the best, and yet it seemed far too much like her clanmate had just been fraternizing with some twoleg pet. Their voice is toneless as they speak. " What were you doing with that -- that SkyClanner? " She questions, holding her tongue from spitting a more insulting name for the cat he was fraternizing with. Head tilted to the side, drawing closer in a statue-stiff march. The red dotting the ground should be satisfactory enough, they try to assure themself.

The stench is overpowering and all too familiar. Starlightpaw's face twists. " Must be getting quite bold, coming this far into our territory. " His eyes linger on the blood for a moment, before turning to face Otterpaw with chin turned up and eyes cast down, something probing in their gaze. " They won't be doing this again, yes? " He's made sure of that, she should hope.

LATELY I&#039;M FEELING LIKE ✩ A BIG BANG ! 【 11.12.23 】

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• ✩ 　⁺　₊ 　⋆　STARLIGHTPAW.　APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN.　HE / SHE / THEY.
  5 MOONS & AGES ON THE 12TH.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ✩ — A WIRY, CURLY-FURRED BLACK SMOKE WITH CLOUDED BLUE EYES.
  

  
  SMOKETHROAT xx CICADASTAR. LITTERMATE TO BEEPAW & CICADAPAW.
  
  MENTORED BY PETALNOSE​

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[otterbite]

A white streak across the stream, and Edenpaw is gone. Red still burned on his lips in the thrill and he swiped his tongue over his maw at the taste. Victory. It echoed in his head as he stared out across the river. There wasn't a moment he thought of the risk behind what he had done. The warriors that would surely question why their apprentice returned to them so battered like they had fought against the clowder of rogues alone. His own Clanmates that would be curious about the traceable iron scent that coated his paws and mouth. It was nothing in comparison to winning, winning to prove himself superior.

A trio of his denmates happen to come across just at the tail-end of his attack on Edenpaw. Their voices keep his fur standing on end and, if it weren't for the fact he had already been teeming with a spiked coat he may have looked ready to pounce on them, too.

They all have their questions; what happened? What was he doing? Each of them were met with a cool olive gaze as he gauged for any other hidden messages across their faces. No... it didn't appear any of them actually knew the truth, or had seen it all from the start. No one saw him lead Edenpaw across in the first place.

"That pansy-hearted SkyClanner thought we were friends." He spat the word with such ferocity, hate. "Spend a few nights in the kittypet Clan and they start to think you're one of them. They have no idea how our code works, even trespassed our own river to try and 'hang out'. Can you believe it?" Otterpaw's words drew in for the approval of Bubblepaw and Velvetpaw first. The former surely too air-headed to assume he wouldn't tell the truth, and the latter who shared just as much disdain as he did.

For Starlightpaw, he appeased them with a more sobering tone. "I'm sure you understand, Starlightpaw, how important it is to honor the Code approved by our ancestors. If we let one off with a little slap on the tail, it'll only keep happening. Just look at what WindClan's done to us because of that already. We gotta start letting our neighbors know, RiverClan isn't gonna be pushed around anymore."

@coyotecreek would surely notice the boys absence by now, but he was ready to prove his innocence with his newfound allies behind him. Otterpaw shook his paws once more to rid them the last bit of sticky ichor before drawing his tongue over the pad, chest puffed with righteous pride. ​

RIVERCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ BLUE-BLACK CHIMERA ✦ 8 MOONS ✦ TAGS​

 

[Moonbeam]

She came in towards the tail end of everything, the smell of blood and the sight of a tail running back into the forest causing the apprentice to make her way to the border quicker. Ears pricked as she listened to the words Otterpaw said, that she had crossed the border on her own, had gone into the river to try to hang out, and her face screwed up in concern. She didn't know Edenpaw - didn't care to at this point given the words that Otterpaw had been said - and now she had trespassed?

"This is why kittypets shouldn't be in the clans," Softer words, despite her recent liking of SkyClan she couldn't deny that those who were soft and coddled by twolegs had no reason to even try to respect the code. "We should tell Smokethroat that SkyClanners are trespassing now, so close to leafbare and with them trying to swim?" Disapproving hum left the girl's maw as she shook her head. One apprentice didn't mean much but Otterpaw made a point - if nothing happened of the trespassing would they do it again?

☾₊ ⊹ give me a ghost of a smile

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  ⋆ ratkit - ratpaw - moonpaw - moon???
  ⋆ female - she/her - 6 moons
  ⋆ homosexual - not looking
  ⋆ apprentice of riverclan
  ⋆ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ⋆ attack - "speech" - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[bubbleburst]

"GOT A LITTLE CASH NOW SO THAT SKIRT IS DIOR"​

Bubblepaw exchanges a glance with Velvetpaw. Otterpaw's explanation makes sense enough, but what sticks out is when he mentions that the SkyClan cat had thought they were friends. She frowns. Is it possible to think you are friends with someone you aren't...? Sure, there were RiverClan cats who were more like acquaintances that friends, but all her friendships she was certain of. Maybe it was because she hadn't really made many friends outside of her own clan. Still, Bubblepaw finds herself confused by what she'd seen beforehand and what became of it leading up to now.

When Moonpaw speaks up, Bubblepaw decides that Otterpaw must be telling the truth. She nods in agreement with the sentiment of the other apprentice. "Yes, we should tell Smokethroat, shouldn't we?" Bubblepaw looks around at all the other apprentices, realizing that there isn't a single warrior amongst them. "Especially if they're crossing borders and breaking the code," Bubblepaw's heart is fraught with conflict, but she knows that Otterpaw is right. SkyClan has never been the brightest among the clans either.​

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[Cricketchirp]

( ✩ )　 Otterpaw's explanation rings true. A coddled kittypet like that has no reason to think that the code matters, to even understand it in the first place. Crossing borders for some idea of friendship -- it doesn't surprise them one bit.

Otterpaw's tone grows more weighty as he addresses Starlightpaw themself. I'm sure you understand, he entreats, and the apprentice preens. A satisfactory smile curls across their face -- yes, of course they understand. His words could be taken from Starlightpaw's own mouth. RiverClan won't be pushed around anymore. Not by rogues, not by SkyClan, not by anyone. She gives a soft hum of agreement.

We should tell Smokethroat, Moonpaw and Bubblepaw say, and his attention is drawn away like a fluttering moth's wings. The mention of her father draws a jerky nod from the apprentice. "Immediately, yes," she emphasizes. He needs to know, if the kittypets are getting so bold as to trespass. Starlightpaw does not volunteer themself, however, gaze drifting back to the blue and black apprentice. They consider him for a moment. "You did the right thing, Otterpaw." The stars will shine down favorably upon him; there's an approving gleam to Starlightpaw's eye.

LATELY I&#039;M FEELING LIKE ✩ A BIG BANG ! 【 11.12.23 】

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• " SPEECH "

• ✩ 　⁺　₊ 　⋆　STARLIGHTPAW.　APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN.　HE / SHE / THEY.
  5 MOONS & AGES ON THE 12TH.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ✩ — A WIRY, CURLY-FURRED BLACK SMOKE WITH CLOUDED BLUE EYES.
  

  
  SMOKETHROAT xx CICADASTAR. LITTERMATE TO BEEPAW & CICADAPAW.
  
  MENTORED BY PETALNOSE​

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[coyotecreek]

( ★ ) “tell smokethroat what?” comes the curious drawl of the patched warrior as he arrives on the scene. his pelt is slightly damp from his hunt, a small trout set cleanly at his paws. odd eyes scan the four young faces, suspicion in his gaze until he scents something else. clear, clean skyclan scent, with a tinge of the sickly sweet smell he associates with twolegs. coyotecreek wrinkles his nose, settling his gaze on his apprentice. “what happened here, otterpaw?” he asks, tone kind and curious. “a skyclan trespasser?”

it is good to know that the boy is so keen to defend his territory. pride is shown in the smile he offers the apprentice. “well done. you were right to chase them off, and you are right that we must tell smokethroat.” he picks his fish back up and gestures for the gaggle of apprentices to follow back to camp.
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