pafp Keep your eyes open ☾ Spar

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Frightkit giggles as she approaches Firefang from behind. The world around her has changed quite significantly since she first peered out of the heather tunnel to find the land outside bathed in the blood of a fallen rainbow. She liked how the air now smelled, the swarms of butterflies she so easily caught, and how many of her clanmates returned from patrols covered in the blossoms of outside. More than ever, Fry longed to be an apprentice! She wanted to see what bugs and flowers didn't manage to break through the barrier and into her little bird cage. If it was this cool in here, what did out there look like!?
Thankfully Fry was distracted plenty enough by the goings on in camp to consider trying to make a break for it. Instead, she'd find a whole different way to irritate her clanmates as, step by step, she crept closer to Firefang. Her silvery gaze was locked on a daisy stuck behind the woman's shoulder blades, determined to be the one to knock it off. She wasn't expecting her actions to result in a sparring session between herself and the older molly, but that could only be considered a happy accident in the end!

With a cry, Frightkit would pounce, aiming to bat at Firefang and begin the impromptu spar

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

• (i'm cheating a little on this prompt since it's not Fry covered in flowers
  

  ⊱✿⊰ It seems your character has gotten some wildflowers tangled in their fur while out on patrol or playing in camp! Do they leave them or ask someone for help getting them out?

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  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[Firefang]

Firefang's strife with Perwinklebreeze didn't pass over to his kin (well not the kits anyway), they were Windclan born that's what mattered. They'd grow into fine warriors with any hope, she just prays to Starclan they wouldn't be soft-bellied this peace they were experiencing had risks; that being the primary one to her. They needed to experience hardship needed to understand the gravity of what it meant to be a warrior, she still wished they'd be apprenticed sooner that they could take the weight of responsibility the moment they could understand what the word meant rather then languishing in the nursery for six moons. Frightkit and her littermates were very little though still, even they wouldn't have been apprenticed yet, she hears the little kit approaching she knew the risk she took laying down not to far from the nursery. She may be preoccupied grooming herself trying to get whatever petals were stuck to her paws and chest but she still had ears and well kitten paws were never silent.

She lets her come closer, her mood isn't foul and letting the prowling little-hunter hone her skills was something that would only be beneficial. It was important for them to play and wrestle, to test out their clumsy bodies and mimic their elders. Finally Frightkit pounces and she lets out a "mraow!" as she does. She rolls her own paw striking out to bap the kit on the head and attempt push her back slighty it's not hard there's no aggression behind it. Her paws big enough to cover Frightkit's face for the second it stays on. It draws back "You can do better then that" she says directly, there's a huff there's a hardly noticeable curve to one corner of her lips "Come on try again, don't hold back show me the best pounce you got in you"

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  Firefang ✩ She/Her, Warrior of Windclan, 22 moons
  ⭃ Black tabby she-cat with amber eyes. former-loyalist of Sootstar, Moorunner.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[REDHEART]

Redheart had recently gained quite a significant amount of weight himself. Including a growth spurt that seemed to practically appear over night. His ears reached past Venomstrike's Shoulders and the tabby was well on his way to be on even grounding with the hulking warrior. His shoulders were broadening and Redheart's cheeks appearing to sit higher than before. All previous kitten fluff had dissipated into long luxurious wavelets of browns, reds and creams. Their kittypet roots growing more evident by the day as his faded markings stuck out like a sore pad. However, the warrior had grown to accept this part of life. He had proven himself more than once to be an exceptional Windclanner.

With Sootstar gone and the Loyalists dead or neutralized his life had taken a turn for the better. Spending his mornings with Rivepaw and evenings with babysitting duties. He quite enjoyed looking after the gaggle of kittens that cropped at the end of Leafbare's cruel grasp. It was like a promise of a brighter future and with new-leaf came the warmth of this reality. Strolling by he heard the kits exuberant cry and it caused the ruddy tom to stop in surprise. Bright greens landed on the duo as Firefang entertains the little fighter. Mirth plays lovingly on his pale maw as he meanders over.

Whipping up some of his more playful demeanor Redheart coo's loudly. "That was pretty impressive. I wouldn't have seen you coming." He hides the urge to chuckle behind a bright grin. Canines shimmering in the daylight as he plays along.​

 

[PINKSHINE]

She thinks its like... an obligation that Frightkit has to fulfill, to be super spooky and scary and catch other cats off guard! Little does she know that Pinkpaw is absolutely onto her on she will TASTE HER WRATH the day she decides to mess with her... but that day is not today. Today is Firefang's day, and she thinks its totally so mean for her to not even act scared! She just... just... baps her on the head! The disrespect! You can do better than that. Pinkpaw sniffs. " I thought it was great! " she says, nodding alongside Redheart. Her crouch was way better of course... duh. 'Cause she's not a kit anymore! ...Huh-huh, How old was she now?

She turns to Frightkit, eager to console her (Regardless of whether she actually needed it or not). " I got bapped on the head too once, Frightkit! And then I... um... " What happened after that? Like... a whole lot of stuff. Yadda yadda yadda, y'know, and um... " Now we're friends! Very valuable life lesson! " she says, nodding decicively. Look at her! She's such a good apprentice that she can give great advice to kits now!

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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  ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW: APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  

  SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  CURRENTLY 8 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH

  
  Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  
  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Frightkit's efforts are rewarded with a facefull of rose-tinted paw pads. The act is soft, but a cushioned wall is still a wall nonetheless sending Fry tumbling backward. Firefang is barely finished with her challenge before Fry leaps to her feet, assaulted nose wiggling with determination. She likes the way Firefang looks at her then, orange eyes aglow as though she sees something in her kitten attacker. Something more. This means Frightkit has permission to be more.
Arching her back and twisting her body so her flank is towards Firefang, Fry begins to bounce back and forth. Super quick! Fast as lightning! Firefang may have predicted the pounce before, but she won't see this one coming! Her fur is a mirage of bristling quills, her teeth glaring with the sun's help. Although Frightkit much prefers the way Firefang takes the game - the lesson - seriously, the girl's ears still perk as Redheart and Pinkpaw shout their encouragements.
"I don't need'ta be friends with Firefang " she announces with a giggle, eyes never leaving Firefang's, "'Cus I'm gonna eat her! " don't hold back show me the best pounce you got in you
Unsheathing her tiny claws at the last minute, Frightkit lunges forward, aiming to swipe at Firefang's shoulder, only to twist at the last second and bat at her nose instead. The move is still leagues away from anything one would see in a proper battlefield, but hopefully, it's an improvement from a clumsy, too-loud pounce. And surely, Firefang won't expect her to use claws! "Hiayh! "

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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