IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE ⁀➷ foxfang

[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ 　Fallowpaw gives little mind to the warriors who come in and out of the den. They don't like to linger, most of them. Her reputation precedes her, and her marred face and venomdrip glare ward off most who don't already know her name. It is a solitary existence, the same one that she has always held. A time marked by swirling, vitriolic thoughts. Curses upon herself for being so weak as to be wounded, curses upon her mother for - everything.

She sulks, essentially. And she does not take kindly to others intruding on her sulking.

A mouse is dropped at the edge of her nest, and she gives a soft grunt od acknowledgement. The warrior does not tske the cue to leave, however. Eyes of dripping fire peer down at her curled, tattered form, and it makes her lip curl. "What? Come to gawk?" She asks when the tom does not immediately leave. "Wanna know how it looks to survive getting torn apart by rogues? That it?" She smiles in a pained, bared-teeth sort of way, challenging him to either get out or spit out whatever mousebrained thoughts he seems to be having.

‎‎┌── HERE IN THE FOREST, DARK AND DEEP ⁀➷ I OFFER YOU ETERNAL SLEEP ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"

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  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, eleven moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw & doepaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FOXFANG.]

His head tilts. A subtler curiosity than Fallowpaw must be used to, but clearly still enough to draw her hackles up. The mangled remnants of her face greets him, but the warrior does not flinch. Instead, he nudges the mouse closer in reminder and settles onto his own haunches. Gentlestorm may come to chase him out at some point, but until then he seems content to observe. (To draw out its discomfort? Or to sate his own curiosity?) Almost abruptly, the warrior's disposition softens. He had brought a mouse for himself as well, uncertain of the apprentice's hunger, and settles into a lazy sprawl to begin his own meal. "Admiring," he finally corrects. "You're very tenacious. I've never expected much from outsiders, but you're. . . not an outsider. Just late."

For the moment, Foxfang does not elaborate on what she could possibly be late to, back to studying her with open curiosity between nibbles at his mouse. He delicately extracts the bones he comes across into a pile to be cleaned and sundried later.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄  ╱ 𝐈𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 ﹠𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 ⌞6.20⌝ 𓃥

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• 𝐅𝐎𝐗𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆. HE - HIM - HIS. YOUNG WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN. —————— the child of marsh colony cats, foxfang has grown into a fine young warrior. . . by some standards. he is bold and brave and very opposed to kittypets within the forest. both impressionable and easily impressed, he seeks closeness with those who seem important and is easily molded to their perspective.  ╱  PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a long-limbed black tabby and chocolate chimera with large swathes of white. his fur is overall short, aside from a thicker "mane" around his throat and an odd tuft on his nose. his eyes are an intense amber-orange.

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