pafp It's 2am in denmark ☄ kitten attack

[SINGEPAW]

*+:｡.｡ Soon, very soon, Singekit was going to be released into the marshlands.
Crouching low to the ground, he twitched his claws against the soft, dewey ground of the well-trodden camp he ached to escape from. He can picture it now - his paws sinking slightly into the wild lands of an unruly marsh, surrounded by reeds brushing against his flanks, hiding even his fiery coat from sight. Pushing through the foliage on paws quieter than death, he'd bear down on his unsuspecting prey. Something larger than a toad, more fierce than a raven - no, his prey would be a creature like himself, a monster that bore the skin of a feline! Wiggling his rump, he stepped carefully down, pupils dilating as he pictured Siltcloud the Slaughterer before him, foolish enough to have her back turned to him. His first act as Singepaw would be to take down Shadowclan's most notorious evil! And he'd do it...just...like....
This!

Lunging forward, Singekit would aim to smack into @THISTLESIGHT chomping at his fur with a fierce caterwaul! "Take THAT Siltcloud! And THIS! And a little of THESE!" he cries, slapping clumsily at his older, and much bigger, clanmate. Hopefully Thistlesight would take the hint and die without protest - no one wants Siltcloud to win, after all, do they?!

*°:⋆ₓₒ Updated 2/6/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☄ Singekit
  ☄ Cismale — He/him — Questioning sexuality
  ☄ 3 moons — Ages 1 moon every month on the 2nd
  ☄ NPC x NPC (brother to Swallowkit, Sneezekit)
  ☄ Shadowclan — Kit
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☄ Physically easy | mentally easy
  ☄ Attack in bold #b8312f
  ☄ Can be power played just ask
  injuries: None currently
  

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[THISTLESIGHT]

false hopes are more dangerous than fears .
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It had been some time since he indulged in silly antics, especially that of kits, preferring to observe than to take part, but today he was the target of one of those ‘antics’. His heart gave a painful spasm, overcome with muffled amusement, emerald hues falling shut as he crumbled, falling victim to a series of smacks and barely felt bites.

He heaved a defeated groan, dramatically flopping, Thistlesight peered at Singekit’s form. Never one to say no, the older warrior indulged in Singekit’s antics. “It seems you are a greater match than I expected.” He coughed, voice wavering until he seized, muscles twitching with a dramatic inhale, body falling rigid, barely breathing beneath his thick fur, emerald hues peeking out, staring at Singekit.

Skilled in playing dead, Thistlesight had to wonder if it was something he should be proud of. A useless skill to possess. He thought, narrowly swallowing the rumbling chuckle that threatened to spew from a clamped maw. ​

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