pafp JUST LIKE HOLY MARY — confrontation

[SNAKEHISS]

Snakehiss enjoys a good gossip session every so often, chatting with another clanmate or two about recent happenings around the clan. Of course there was much to discuss, with the kittypet illness and the implementation of the new warrior code and all, but also the topic of WindClan's newest warriors. "... It's no secret where Sunflowermask's warrior name came from — their brother." Snakehiss snorts to Ashfoot with an idle flick of his tail.

With a disapproving shake of his head, the young warrior continued, "Between you 'n me, I could never stand that foul-breathed medicine cat. All he ever did was insult me to my face. Good riddance, I say." Not that Wolfsong was much better, having once said that Snakehiss had rabbit pellets where his brain should be, but he wasn't as sharp-tongued and cold as Vulturemask had been. The former rogue-turned-lead warrior-turned-medicine cat was a somewhat tolerable replacement... at least for now.

✰ INFO

• please wait for @Goldenstrike
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  ✰ SNAKEHISS
  —— he/him; warrior ( moor runner ) of windclan
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and a notable bite mark on his right foreleg
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[Goldenstrike]

i'm no good man, you won't forget◎—————————————————
Goldenstrike held a small mouse in his jaws as he padded into camp, it was all he had been able to catch, but that would be fine he tried to justify to himself. He had maneuvered across the clearing to the freshkill pile, dodging the groups of cats that plagued the area. He would have dropped the prey off and then gone out hunting again, the justification hadn't worked and he felt an overbearing need to bring back something better, even if the rest of the hunting patrol wasn't going to come back out with him. But, as he tried to weave out of camp again his large ears burned. Not from his own name but his sibling's name, and it was coming from Snakehiss, gross.

His head whipped around, spotting the black tom and Ashfoot, the fur along his back was already beginning to bristle as the fool gossiped about his family. Then he said exactly why he disapproved of the legacy name. That was the straw that broke Goldenstrike, he strode up to the two cats enjoying themselves. He glared down at the cat he hardly considered a clanmate, he was finally a little bit taller than him too, it wasn't something he would think about in the moment, but afterwards it would bring him a little comfort.

"Knowing you it was probably deserved, honestly, he didn't seem to put you in your place enough. Why don't you keep your nose in you own sad business, you shrew. " He spat the words at Snakehiss, barely keeping his words quieter than a shout. This were the times he was glad he couldn't seem to cry, despite the anger flaming his eyes he couldn't help but just ache. Ache that Vulturemask couldn't shut up the idiot himself, ache that it seemed only he and his siblings cared he had even died, ached that Vulturemask's legacy is always going to be disparaged by stupid loudmouths like Snakehiss.

rude words i said, i'm still a mess◎————————◎penned by WriteAboutRadish
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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

Harrierstripe, even during his apprentice days, had always taken any oppertunity in front of him to try and impress Snakehiss.

The chance shows itself again, but this time he’s not even got to try. Harrierstripe had never liked Vulturemask either for reasons similar to the black and white warrior. Goldenstrike’s response earns a growl, Harrierstripe strides forward, his fur bristling. ”What did you just call him?” He challenges the slightly older warrior, aiming to get directly in his face.

”Snakehiss is right. Vulturemask was an insufferable tom who didn’t know his place. He seemed to favor kittypets and misfits rather than the clan itself.” Harrierstripe sneers, recalling how Vulturemask had allowed a kittypet apprentice to belittle Harrierpaw when he was no more than a moon out of the nursery… Before going on to insult Bluepool in his next breath. ”I understand why it’s easy for you to defend him though- the way he coddled you and your litter-mates… It’s easy to ignore how awful he was for the clan when you were among the few cats he gave a hares-tail about.” He spits bile, fur bristling and ready to put up a further spat if Goldenstrike entertained it. Harrierstripe is unaware of the hypocrisy of his statements, the lashings he has avoiding as Weaselclaw and Sootstar’s child were ample.

☾ INFO BATTLE

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  » Harrierkit . Harrierpaw . Harrierstripe
  » WindClan Warrior
  » He/him
  » A black and chocolate chimera with golden eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe who uses jeers and jaunts to distract his opponents.
  » Excels in using terrain to his advantage.
  » Fights to outwit and see another day.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[SNAKEHISS]

Snakehiss has never experienced loss. The deaths, exiles, and disappearances of clanmates had left mental images and impressions in his young and impressionable mind, yes, but none had ever affected him so deeply and to his core. He had never bothered to put himself in the paws of a cat who had lost their kin; being sympathetic had never been the sharp-tongued tom's strong suit, after all.

A voice, booming in his ears and like claws dragging down slate, filled the air and prompted the thin-legged moor runner to crane his neck in its direction. Veridian hues fix onto the lilac warrior, pupils narrowing as if driving shards into Goldenstrike's own. Figures, one of the sorry orphans that Vulturemask had pitied all those moons ago driving his fat nose into his conversation. Snakehiss wasn't offended as much as he was annoyed. "Why don't you take some of your own advice, you dumb oaf. I am allowed to speak my mind to whomever I please. If you cannot handle what I say, make like a kit and go cry to a queen about it." The midnight-hued tom retorted with a lash of his tail.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, the son of Sootstar jumps to his defense. Snakehiss had always been distant from the Moor Queen's brood, with the exception of Cottonpaw, but apparently he had managed some amount of respect from the chimera. This came as a surprise to Snakehiss, who briefly raised his eyebrows, though his features quickly settled into an expression of sheer smugness. "Hmph." The moor runner grunted in agreement with Harrierstripe's speech, turning a self-satisfied smirk to Goldenstrike. "At least some of us have some sense." The other tom would simply be a fool to challenge the Moor Prince.

✰ INFO

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  ✰ SNAKEHISS
  —— he/him; warrior ( moor runner ) of windclan
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and a notable bite mark on his right foreleg
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[Bluepool]

Bluepool and Vulturemask had never gotten along. It wasnt a huge secret, made obvious by the fact that whenever she even laid eyes on him the fur on her neck would raise and immediately she would be in a foul mood. He was a kittypet-lover, a weak cowardly fool and if she's being honest she is glad he is gone. Only trouble would have come out of him remaining in WindClan and she is thankful that the cat in his position now is someone she can at least reasonably stand, someone who she views as strong. Though if you asked her Wolfsong's talents were wasted as the clan's healer.

"Snakehiss and Harrierstripe are right, it's better he is gone" she says, her voice cold, sharp. If Goldenstrike wanted to argue with her he could but her tone suggested that she would not entertain it with the usual positive attitude she was known for. Vulturemask had been an embarrassment, the way he had fawned over that kittypet is not something she would soon forget.

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OOC NOTES . ✦ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — ​
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  ➵ she / her
  ➵ WindClan lead warrior & moor runner
  ➵ single
  
  

  

  - - a small, silver tabby she cat with short fur a cropped tail and yellow eyes
  ↪ toyhouse [ ✦ ]
  
  - - Reckless. Impulsive. Spontaneous. These are all the words that may come to mind if asked to describe Bluepool. She is an incredibly loyal cat who loves her family, her friends, and her clan fiercely. She is well known for her outspoken behavior, often just speaking whatever is on her mind or diving into things without really stopping to consider the consequences of her actions first. Once she has set her mind on something it is difficult to get her to change it.
  ↪ ESTP-A 'the entrepreneur'
  
  ➵ skilled fighter ; decent hunter
  ➵ SOOT CLAW X PEBBLE BREEZE; sister to sootstar and mintshade
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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── "Enough!" Wolfsong snarls, his sole eye alight with a furious gleam as it tracks each of the warriors present. The fur along his neck bristles and his shoulders stand taut, held to his full height. "I do not care whether Vulturemask offended you in life." His voice lowers, its usual rasp harshened as a mountain's face in the braying winds of leafbare. His gaze continues to rove over his clanmates, from Snakehiss to Harrierstripe, Goldenstrike to Bluepool. He sets to pacing around them, ears twisted back on his skull. "We face a plague that has stolen our clanmates and rogues who would rob us of every morsel in the moors. 'But there,' I thought, 'are the warriors who will keep us strong,' yet I have seen greater self-control in my kits as they suckled at my belly." His eye narrows, thick tail sweeping serpentine shapes in the dirt.

"Come newleaf, should you all still be alive, I will welcome your bickering with the birdsong." His steps halt completely, and he seeks to meet each of their gazes individually. "Until then, I recommend speaking with Sunstride or Sootstar, as it seems you have too much free time for trifling." ​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 38 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[Goldenstrike]

i'm no good man, you won't forget◎—————————————————
Goldenstrike's chest huffed in and out as he stared down Snakehiss as the arrogant tom made his retort, starclan, the stupid tom can't even make a convincing counter. Goldenstrike's business is rather pitiful, it consists of warrior duties and his family, one's world is rather small when no one like you. But that did mean that Snakehiss was now badmouthing his business. But, before he can tell Snakehiss how stupid he sounds Harrierstripe is invading his personal space.

One of the queen's bees. Snorting his hot breath onto Goldenstrike's face, raving about misfits and kittypets. Goldenstrike's fur bristled all along his back, his heart was pounding out of control now, not only from the comments that were made but the fact that he was slowly getting outnumbered. He didn't even really hear what Bluepool said as she inserted herself into the conflict, but he felt her glare on his pelt. He was growing more and more flustered, and Harrierstripe was certainly the main issue at current. There is a second presence above the chimera, the one of Sootstar, to touch her son would be to swipe her cheek. And yet... he doesn't shy away, "I called him a shrew, but maybe your right? I should've chosen a harsher word," he started "Sorry that not every one has a claim to higher blood, you rat. I didn't know I was so below you? Either way, Vulturemask served his clan, maybe if you three weren't so concerned with the colour of a cats blood he would have liked your sorry tails!" He spat in the chimera's face, addressing all of them but only looking at Sootstar's sorry kit, before he could even think he raised a paw and sent it straight for the top of Harrierstripe's head, aiming to make the tom eat the dirt he stood on .

Suddenly everything in Goldenstrike's body chilled as he heard the snarl of Wolfsong. He whipped around fast, not having even seen if the tom in front of him had been put in the dust or not. For a second though he feels like maybe he actually might have someone on his side, someone that might scold the foxhearts for the disparaging of a dead cat, for disparaging his brother, but no... not quite. They are not being scolded for cruel gossip but rather idle gossip. Goldenstrike's tail thrashed as he began to rile himself up with the injustice of it all. "I was doing my job, Snakehiss was spending his time badmouthing a warrior who trained heaps more than he ever has and a dead cat who even with a bad-tempered helped our clan. I'm not going to be scolded along side them like a kit." Why make friends when it was so much easier to just piss off everyone that spoke to you?
rude words i said, i'm still a mess◎————————◎penned by WriteAboutRadish
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