private IT ALMOST WORKED &. brackenscar

[SPLINTERPAW.]

SHOULDA TAKEN A BREAK, NOT AN OXFORD COMMA​

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they can't stop shaking. their paws won't stop shaking beneath them, as they pace back and forth. they know that scorchstar will be pissed at them later for what they've said, but at least they didn't attack thistlepaw. that... stupidly stupid mousebrain put his claws on them! how could he? what could have possessed him to– it was just words! who cares about stupid words being spoken!? thistlepsw needed to grow a tougher skin if it hurts him that much. they continue to pace, gaze glossed over and far away. they're mumbling beneath their breath, and it's hardly even coherent. they're panicking, they think, because how could thistlepaw hurt them? why would he resort to violence against their own sibling?

"he hates me... hates me... i hate me, why did i say that to him!? mousebrain! idiot! ugh! damn it, damn it!"

their teeth clench as they stop walking, staring off into nothingness. their paw touches their clawed cheek, one they refuse to have looked at as the blood cakes their fur. they lick their paw and desperately try to get the crimson that tangles in their porcelain fur out. the evidence does not need to stick to them, they know that much. they then go back to pacing. they truly feel like the sky is falling, crushing them under the weight of panic. but all that manifests, is anger.


// blows u a kiss @Brackenscar this is post dated right after the thistle and splinter fight
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[Brackenscar]

Normally they enjoy a spectacle, never vocally approving of them of course but quietly from afar she finds mirth in it. If it was any other circumstance there would probably be a twinge of amusement seeing Splinterpaw be so riled up, the pair tend to give the other an awful impression... and looks... and remarks. This is not the time, there's nothing amusing in the situation that preceeded their current pacing. Scorchstar is injured, probably in Cottonsprig's care now no doubt. They didn't catch what exactly caused the siblings to lash out at one another like this but she trailed quickly in the aftermath, hot on Splinterpaw's heels. No doubt they will hate it, no doubt they will hiss and tell her to leave.

"Splinterpaw" she speaks anyways, eyes narrowing at the spiteful apprentice. A reflection of themself in some way, though their anger is more towards the world and anything that breathes in comparison to her own. "You're going to create you're own tunnel if you keep pacing like that" there could be humour in the sentence, though Brackenscar's delivery is grave. Warm grassy eyes narrow, maw twists into a contemplating sneer, of course a sneer is a sneer regardless but she at least knew it was from contemplation.

"Let's get that energy out, either we're running around camp or we're sparring." The addition of your choice is silent, an expectation that she assumes they know. There's trust here, she has no reason to assume that Splinterpaw won't be clear headed enough to take either choice seriously. Either way, she is a pillar of stone, a place for those to grieve to lean upon, even if she dislikes this particular cat. She understands their anger, she usually needs to find something to tire her out and they assume it's the same for the apprentice.

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  Brackenscar ✩ They/she, Tunneler, 15 moons
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico with large ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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[SPLINTERPAW.]

SHOULDA TAKEN A BREAK, NOT AN OXFORD COMMA​

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their panic, briefly, is interrupted. they stand with their head lowered, though not in means of being lesser to the cat in front of them. their claws dig into the ground, teeth gleaming as they clench their jaw together. they hear their name but honestly, not much else. they're simply sizing the other up, because what did they want? why were they bothering splinterpaw? didn't they have anything else to do, other than bug them? the panic comes back quicker than it left and they find themself staring at the blurred figure of brackenscar. their voice sounds so far away, now, like a distant echo that they're barely making out. somehow, someway, there is one word that comes out clearly. sparring.

pressing their claws out further, and bunching their muscles, splinter aims with claws outstretched, and ivories on full display to try and barrel over brackenscar, wanting nothing more than to hurt the other. do they really want to hurt brackenscar? probably not. but a cornered dog always bites, and they've never felt more like a lost beast than they have in this very moment. they're uncoordinated, and shaky at best, so it would be luck that is on their side if they manage to do any real damage. but they're not logical like this. they let their anger mask the true emotions that they feel, and this is the result.

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[Brackenscar]

"Hey!" her call is sharp, tail lashing in dissapointment. Brackenscar never tries to sound bigger than she is, never wanting to flaunt any kind of power but there is something authoritarian to them as they snip at Splinterpaw. While they catch them off guard it isn't quite enough, paranoia over the badger causes eye movements to flicker, catching that bunching of muscles before the apprentice launches themself at her. Claws outstretched, something they notice with dissapointment since they know Scorchstar isn't a fan of that during these colder months, surely they know that based on how intent they were on pining for a chance at being the leaders apprentice.

The tufts of her ears grace the jagged edges of her scars as they pin back Brackenscar barely dodges the attempt of barreling her, their tail flicking against Splinterpaw's claws but it only cuts the fur. "Cut that out" they growl, glowering at the claws that were still out stretched. She doesn't care that they're sparring, it had been an offer from them after all. It's the fact that they don't have the emotional regulation to at least say okay or something, to still be so clearly pent up that they're willing to hurt another. Wasn't Splinterpaw's blood enough? She thought that they would be sick of it.

Splinterpaw tries again, attempting to attack her flank, once again it misses. They're too clumsy in this state, it's clear by the way they nearly trip over themself in apparent eagerness to hurt something. Once again their anger differs, she would be all too happy to do this to another clans warrior but to assault their own clanmate with a rabid need? It only further deepens the scowl on her maw as she crouches. Anticipating another attack, one that she will most likely avoid again unless they suddenly stop attacking like a kit would on their first day as an apprentice.

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• ooc.
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• 
  Brackenscar ✩ They/she, Tunneler, 15 moons
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico with large ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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[SPLINTERPAW.]

SHOULDA TAKEN A BREAK, NOT AN OXFORD COMMA​

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there is no direction with the way they're trying to fight. could it really be considered a fight if they're this unsteady, this uncoordinated– like a young kit who's never seen a fight a day in their life. it's hardly a fight. brackenscar dodges everything with ease– honestly it would be a concern if they didn't– snapping angrily at them to cut it out. but splinterpaw doesn't hear them. all they see is a threat. they don't even realize, in this moment, that it's brackenscar in front of them. it's unfortunate, truly, that they don't care enough to stop. they have to hurt someone– to take the anger and frustration out on anything. anything to make them feel whole, anything to make them feel like they're not less than, and weak. anything to get this cat away from them. their mind ping pongs back and forth with their motives. they don't even really know what they're doing, or why, going off some feral point instinct that they didn't know they had.

"get AWAY! K-KEEP YOUR CLAWS OFF ME!"

they try again, to claw at the vague shape of a face, but it's again, unlikely anything landed. they're so tired of this. tired of feeling this way, tired of being so angry, tired of being a target. they're simply tired. and all of it comes crashing down on them as they move away, panting heavily and squeezing their eyes shut before looking up at brackenscar.

"...brackenscar?"

they collapse to the ground with a groan, covering their eyes with their paws, gritting their teeth as they try to calm their rattling nerves before they just feel acid crawl up their throat. they silently shake before they begin to sob, claws gripping at the fur on their muzzle. they truly don't even realize they're doing it, as they feel tears stain their fur.

"did...didn't mean to... so tired... so sorry... why can't I just be..."

be what, they wonder. they don't know what they want to be, but anything would be better than this. their anger consumes them in ways that feels like lava pumping through their veins. they can't stop it when it spills out from their mouth, nor their claws, and they reveal in it until it drains them, leaving them like a husk hollow shell of a cat. that's how they felt now.

"i didn't mean to say that to him."

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[Brackenscar]

Her movement halts momentarily, staring blankly at the young apprentice as some feral kind of instinct takes hold. With a flick of her tail there's another sneer, another growl. Snapping at Splinterpaw just doesn't do anything, if her words connect to them then they can't tell. So they huff, chest heaving as claws lunge at her face, she ducks her head and darts to their side. If Splinterpaw wanted to charge at them again then they'd have to turn around, it's a dance that she keeps doing. Making the tunneler apprentice spin around until they get tired or dizzy, whichever happens first. It seems it's the fatigue that plagues the once downy looking apprentice first before nausea. There's a flick of a large orange dappled ear in recognition of their name, the first time they bothered to address her.

"Yeah mousebrain" there's an agitated edge to her tone, before they take a deep breath. Right, sympathy, they didn't know what they were doing, or at least not knowing what they were doing enough to do it clearly. They get it, she really does, as annoyed as she is over this debacle they didn't want to be someone that Splinterpaw tries to shut out in their anger. There's hesitance before she reluctantly moves to sit down next to them, keeping a distance from them, more so to respect their personal bubble than due to any lingering disdain.

A tail brushes gingerly against Splinterpaw's hind leg, a quiet attempt at comfort without trying to be over affectionate. That's just not them, even if she's used to the grief of others it's rarely so explosive, leaving her out of their element. The sobs are stifling, for a rare time the steely expression she wears around the tunneler apprentice is shifted to something softer. "I know, I get it. Anger is tiring" they're just thankful that it was enough to tire them out, truthfully she too was starting to feel the heaviness of her limbs.

After a beat she speaks again "I know that too" it's spoken quietly, remembering all the times they've lashed out at those around them. There's no intent to stop either, she knows very well knowing her passionate fury that they would likely lash out at someone else in the future. "You were scared, angry, that's not your fault" they could both sense the but that approaches. "...But, you still said it and that can't be changed. You can apologise though, you're littermates. I doubt that bond can be broken over a scrap and some harsh words."

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• ooc.
• 
• 
  Brackenscar ✩ They/she, Tunneler, 15 moons
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico with large ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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