private IN THE ACRES OF NIGHT ‧₊˚✩彡 CHRYSALISWING

[CROWSIGHT]

His father's previous apprentice... Chrysaliswing. He's only heard stories of the other tom, but he's not as dense as he seems to be. Silversmoke scarcely mention the other warrior during his apprenticeship, it was safe to assume that neither got along. As an apprentice he never had to interact with the warrior. It also seemed as if Chrysaliswing wanted nothing to do with him, which was fine. He was not groveling to be the other warrior's friend. However, considering he was now a warrior, he would come more in contact with the other. They were no equals, as much as the older warrior loathed it. Perhaps even more so, as Crowsight picked up their mentors love for sparring. The black smoke always jumped at the chance to engage in a spar with any warrior who was in the mood too. After all, he could not force one to spar with him. Even if he was curious to see how they fought, he could not cross that line. The only cat that he hasn't asked is Chrysaliswing, which has been on his mind.

By all accounts, their fighting styles should be similar to one another. That was only natural, considering they had the same mentor. I lack experience. They're older than me, but I want to see how dad's first apprentice fights. How much is the same and how much isn't? And so the black smoke would approach the other tom, not caring if Chrysaliswing loathed him. "I want to spar with you." There is no use in making small talk. Crowsight himself abhors it. If anything his bluntness garners some favor from the older warrior. "Do you want to spar with me?"

‧₊˚✩彡 nothing compares to the fever dream

• @CHRYSALISWING plops this gently
• — crowsight / skyclan warrior / masculine pronouns / 12 moons
  — undecided / polyamorous / padding after oddpaw and owlheart
  — long haired black smoke with hazel eyes and polydactyly
  — may powerplay minor harm / can powerplay healing
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by velou

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[CHRYSALISWING]

Crowpaw - now newly Crowsight - had been a sort of enigma to Chrysaliswing. Silversmoke had taken him under his wing right after his disastous mentorship with Chrysalis, as though the warrior aimed to replace him, give himself another chance to prove himself as anything other than what the half-toned tomcat had seen of him. Silver had moved on too quickly, in Chrys' judgment. The Skyclan warrior subconsciously projected his own father onto his mentor, for they both seemed to share the same sharp tongue and the same capricious temperament. In that regard, Chrysalis viewed Crowsight as a mawkish replacement for himself, a stand-in for a man with everything to prove, and a feline just as faulty as him. What did Crow harbor that Chrysalis did not? What could Silver's new apprentice achieve that he could not? For as long as he managed, Chrysalis avoided the pitch-toned feline, though it seemed his luck had come to an impenetrable impasse. In a neverending cycle of fate's cruelty, it would always circle back in his face, and bite him where he had once left his mark.

Crow's request came simple and to-the-chase, and keen ears discerned it as the least inscrutable matter about the other tomcat, as though his perception of the night-hued feline had been of tangled yarn and knotted knoll. Chrysalis' head tilted, as though he were almost perplexed by the sudden request. It was quite often that cats approached him wanting to fight - either to put him in his place or to improve from his honed skills. Either way, rolling shoulders and sheathed claws itched for a fight. "Fine." A grumble rolled from his mouth, slivers of irises trained upon his opponent's hazel coals, like focusing upon the plight of the shivering morning dew. What do you want from me?, the thought pressed into his mind like a hot brand, a festering and sweltering wound to his self-imposed pride. "Make the first move, and make it quick." The longhaired warrior readied himself, with strigine vigilance and tensed muscle, as if he were a spring about to recoil and jump forth.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 24 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots nd threads.

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[CROWSIGHT]

A tail flicks, pleased with the older warrior's response. No words are exchanged as he turns and creates distance between them. I'm surprised he said yes. Don't question it and go with it Crow.

Chrysalis commands him to make the first move and to be quick, which he disobeys. Perhaps it would have been in his best interest to do so, However, in combat making the first move without any plan is deadly. Especially in times where the opponents strengths and weaknesses are unknown. The black can see it. A world in which they are enemies, where flinging himself towards Chrysalis would lead to a quick demise. Our mentor was the same. I should expect him to act similar. The black smoke never draws his attention away from the other tom as he scans them. Big. Can't take down easily. More experience... If there was is one thing good about Chrysaliswing is that he is a tom that keeps his word.

Guess there's no use but to just go for it. And so, the black tom would spring forward. He has doubts in his mind that he will be unable to pin the older warrior, nor was he foolishly holding onto such hope. If anything he wished to face the older warrior head on and exchange equal blows to get a sense of the other's strength. Study him! "Don't hold back!"

Telling the spiteful warrior is not the most intelligent decision he has made. Even if Chrysaliswing used his words as permission to vent his anger and injure Crowsight, he would not hold any resentment. He didn't come here to enact vengeance. He came here to learn from Chrysaliswing and would thank the other for this spar.

‧₊˚✩彡 nothing compares to the fever dream

• — crowsight / skyclan warrior / masculine pronouns / 12 moons
  — undecided / polyamorous / padding after oddpaw and owlheart
  — long haired black smoke with hazel eyes and polydactyly
  — may powerplay minor harm / can powerplay healing
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by velou

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[CHRYSALISWING]

A flash of black overtook where Crowsight once stood, like sable night glinting against daytime fervor, though Chrysaliswing hardly found himself daunted by any opponent that challenged him. Heterochromatic gaze trailed for moments more, noting how the newly-made warrior did not hesitate in his action. As much as the chimaeric tomcat never voiced anything but acerbic hatred, he quite admired one who never backed down from their word. A coward's tongue was a mere shell, an empty thing that served no purpose. Muscles beneath rippling fur tensed, as though it were lightning primed to streak from a stormcloud, waiting for the perfect moment to break free from greys. Biding his time, he had learned that being over-eager would cost one their life, at least in the dance of battle. In a sense, he took conflict as an exercise of patience, a test to see if one valued permanent victory or transient satisfaction before the other. The warrior knew he should at least take care when dealing with a cat that Silversmoke had trained - and if there was anything that he had gleaned from his mentor, it was his combat skills. That was all Silversmoke was good for, in Chrys' eyes at least.

Chrysaliswing immediately snaked away from where he predicted Crowsight would land and surely latch onto him, movements serpentine as an adder with flashed fangs, taking attention to poise himself in the right position. He felt the graze of the other's body just along purls of his pelt, snake-like pupils narrowing at Crow's speed. He attempted to swipe at Crowsight's shoulder, and if successful, he hoped to knock the other off-balance. If it did not knock his opponent over, he hoped to at least disorient him enough to land another blow. Starclan, he fights just like Silversmoke. Disdain curled inwards on an already-poisoned heart, like a spade denigrating into the tilled land of tumultuous emotion, unearthing what realization he had already mulled over. Gritting ivory teeth, he kept unsheathed claws open upon the light, curved and glinting in bent light. He fights just like me.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

• OOC: sorry for the late reply WAUGHH
  
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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 24 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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