ROARINGSUN
THE STARS WERE MADE FOR FALLING
- Mar 19, 2024
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〔✦〕He wonders how many scratches and bite marks he has scattered thorough his body by now, how many will scar. Roaringsun growls and hisses as ivory claws tear into his flesh, but the burning of wounds is barely felt over the adrenaline pumping through his veins. His muscles begin to ache and scream at him to stop even if for a moment — he refuses defiantly, and pushes down with his paws harder. Not until the battle is won.
Any semblance of empathy he might've felt for the starving ShadowClanners disappears at the mention of Skyclaw. How dare she bring him up at a time like this? Worse, how dare she imply he's just like Howlingstar's grandson, who murdered her? "Don't - say his name!" Vulturesong was intent on making ThunderClan out to be the bad guys here, when ShadowClan had been the ones to cowardly ambush them in the first place. "Like ShadowClan has no bad apples of their own," He rasps, though he is unable to name any in particular. "Has your Clan. . . dealt with them? Like we dealt with Skyclaw?" Once again, he doesn't know. He knows not of Granitepelt or Ghostmask, or any other warrior Vulturesong might think of; he's taunting her while she's down, simple as that.
I wouldn't be surprised if you're a code breaker like Gentlestorm. He's. . . not. Not fully. The Code has nothing against friendships in other Clans. I am loyal to ThunderClan. . . Hawkspine doesn't change that. He refuses to give Vulturesong any satisfaction by replying, but something akin to guilt flashes in his eyes briefly. A-at least. I k-know what I am,
Her kicking makes him stagger to the side. Blood-stained white fur rises and falls just as quickly, the ShadowClanner staring at him sharply despite her predicament. To face him and refuse to tear her gaze away was a feat of strength that was admirable if nothing else. But he will not kill her, not today. The act of sparring her may be seen as weakness, but he has no reason to end her here and now; she's beaten, bleeding out - let her Clan deal with her. The tom stands above her form, and sighs. Lowering his head so he's close to her ears, he speaks: "Roaringsun, of ThunderClan." The last part is more to himself that it is to her. The warrior will then bite down and grab her by the scruff, not with the intent of harming her further, but instead to drag her away from all the fightning. Stars, why is he going through all this trouble?
Any semblance of empathy he might've felt for the starving ShadowClanners disappears at the mention of Skyclaw. How dare she bring him up at a time like this? Worse, how dare she imply he's just like Howlingstar's grandson, who murdered her? "Don't - say his name!" Vulturesong was intent on making ThunderClan out to be the bad guys here, when ShadowClan had been the ones to cowardly ambush them in the first place. "Like ShadowClan has no bad apples of their own," He rasps, though he is unable to name any in particular. "Has your Clan. . . dealt with them? Like we dealt with Skyclaw?" Once again, he doesn't know. He knows not of Granitepelt or Ghostmask, or any other warrior Vulturesong might think of; he's taunting her while she's down, simple as that.
I wouldn't be surprised if you're a code breaker like Gentlestorm. He's. . . not. Not fully. The Code has nothing against friendships in other Clans. I am loyal to ThunderClan. . . Hawkspine doesn't change that. He refuses to give Vulturesong any satisfaction by replying, but something akin to guilt flashes in his eyes briefly. A-at least. I k-know what I am,
Her kicking makes him stagger to the side. Blood-stained white fur rises and falls just as quickly, the ShadowClanner staring at him sharply despite her predicament. To face him and refuse to tear her gaze away was a feat of strength that was admirable if nothing else. But he will not kill her, not today. The act of sparring her may be seen as weakness, but he has no reason to end her here and now; she's beaten, bleeding out - let her Clan deal with her. The tom stands above her form, and sighs. Lowering his head so he's close to her ears, he speaks: "Roaringsun, of ThunderClan." The last part is more to himself that it is to her. The warrior will then bite down and grab her by the scruff, not with the intent of harming her further, but instead to drag her away from all the fightning. Stars, why is he going through all this trouble?

- ooc. @VULTURESONG
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ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to berrypaw . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
✦ male / he/him / 16 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
—— combat details here / battle notes
✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
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reference image here
a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.