⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ The soil sings with spilled blood. Here is where Applejaw's body was deposited, here is where Campionsong died in recompense. Swansong's gaze is level as she faces down the ThunderClan patrol. Still, the forest cats speak as though they are above it all, as though they claim no fault. Her eyes narrow as Roeflame speaks. "Self-righteous little rats, aren't you...?" she coos softly. And yet, for all their delusions, they are no different from the swarming, gnawing creatures of the carrionplace - but for their fuller bellies. All they want is more, more, more.
The leaders stare one another down, and the promise of violence threads through the air like omen. They sigh, letting their claws sink into the damp earth - and Flamestar seals the pact. "We have only taken... what we always deserved. It is you who are greedy... glutting yourself on plenty..." Their words come as a sharp hiss, stalking forwards as battle cries ring. "And causing such needless bloodshed. Pitiful..." To act so downtrodden, so slighted, and never even acknowledge the rot at their own core. It's sickening.
She moves like a snake, slow and calculated. Hey eyes are tired, but sharp - trained upon the culprits. Leaders meet, and Swansong surges forwards alongside them.
In a quick motion, the snowy molly leaps from the pale to meet the dark pelt of an opposing warrior - Nightbird. A small form, light and lithe, standing beside a broad-shouldered tom. They aim for a quick pin, remaining unsheathed as they aim a blow at the warrior's head. She'd be the one quicker to react, they reason; the tom seems like more of a heavy-hitter. Still, they don't stay in one place for long. They bounce back, light as a feather, before whirling to bare teeth at Raccoonstripe as well. Their quick claws remain poised to strike.
The leaders stare one another down, and the promise of violence threads through the air like omen. They sigh, letting their claws sink into the damp earth - and Flamestar seals the pact. "We have only taken... what we always deserved. It is you who are greedy... glutting yourself on plenty..." Their words come as a sharp hiss, stalking forwards as battle cries ring. "And causing such needless bloodshed. Pitiful..." To act so downtrodden, so slighted, and never even acknowledge the rot at their own core. It's sickening.
She moves like a snake, slow and calculated. Hey eyes are tired, but sharp - trained upon the culprits. Leaders meet, and Swansong surges forwards alongside them.
In a quick motion, the snowy molly leaps from the pale to meet the dark pelt of an opposing warrior - Nightbird. A small form, light and lithe, standing beside a broad-shouldered tom. They aim for a quick pin, remaining unsheathed as they aim a blow at the warrior's head. She'd be the one quicker to react, they reason; the tom seems like more of a heavy-hitter. Still, they don't stay in one place for long. They bounce back, light as a feather, before whirling to bare teeth at Raccoonstripe as well. Their quick claws remain poised to strike.
- engaging @nightbird and @RACCOONSTRIPE !
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"SPEECH" -
★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with tired blue eyes.
★ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
★halfshadex smogstar, littermate toapplejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
★ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.