LIKE A BAD DOG ⁀➷ BITEKIT

[FALLOWBITE]

( ⁀➷ )　 Fallow's been keeping an eye on Bitekit. She's remembered his name, a standout of Apricotflower' nursery game with his hissing and swatting, his fur fluffed like the moss-ball is an attack. It's like looking at her reflection in a puddle, and she doesn't like it one bit. Tucked into their separate corners, spitting at any who come near like their touch would burn -- perhaps there should be kinship here.

But Fallow hates him. He frightens her, makes her feel weirdly guilty, and that makes her angry. But she's not going to be a coward. Her courage is gathered tight as she marches towards the other kit, steps purposeful. Her words come quick and accusatory: "What's your problem?" She leaves it at that, face scrunched angrily, letting the question hang in the air with no intent to elaborate.

WEARING CROWNS ⁀➷ OF TWIGS AND LEAVES 【 10.9.23 】

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• "SPEECH"

• ˏˋ　°　•　*⁀➷ FALLOW.　THUNDERCLAN KIT.　SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
  2 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ➳ A SCARRED, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

  
  NPC xx NPC. ADOPTED BY TANSYSHINE. ADOPTIVE SIBLING TO TIGERPAW & SHARDPAW.
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[BITEFLOWER]

bio ₊˚✧ ﾟ. something about being in shadowclan makes bitekit's stomach twist. he should be taking in the sights with abject curiosity, drinking in knowledge as if he were dying of thirst. a whole new territory, with different prey, different cats, different trees. somehow the idea of what is expected does not show itself. it's the lack of familiarity that leaves him cold. he bites back as soon as the words register. "you." it's not true until he shifts the target of the hot frustration bubbling in his gut - recognizes the scarred feline. marshy green eyes take in the anger and it's reflected right back out, and he offers fallow a reciprocally aggressive expression. if the soft spokenness of fallow isn't enough, he paints a bigger x on her back.

"you're my problem." seeing frustration on him flares his own right back, his same response to the disappointed looks, often a result of him digging a deeper hole for himself. he's tired of always being looked at. he wants fallow to feel the same disarray, lacking the emotional intelligence to recognize the reflection they've seemingly produced. "do i have to scare you away? are you going to the forest?" he jeers, pushing in, as if going home isn't the cure for some of his ails.
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[FALLOWBITE]

( ⁀➷ )　 You, comes Bitekit's immediate response, and it for a moment Fallow freezes, the word ringing in her ear. Green eyes bore into her with an intensity that she can't help but believe; for a moment Fallow is caught, pinned, called out on some unknowable wrong.

And then she shakes it, as quick as she can.

The rest of his words only fuel the anger flaring back to life in her chest, mocking threats a more treatable ire. Anger counters anger, of course; blame is a more difficult beast. Claws dig into the soft, muddy earth, rooting herself in place. Fallow's teeth flash in a flicker of white, lip curling into a sneer. "Not scared of you," it counters in a low hiss, mockingbird imitation of Bitekit's own jeering tone. Her gaze is steady, dim gold meeting mire-green in challenge. They're around the same size, both bigger cats. Fallow stands her ground.

WEARING CROWNS ⁀➷ OF TWIGS AND LEAVES 【 10.9.23 】

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• "SPEECH"

• ˏˋ　°　•　*⁀➷ FALLOW.　THUNDERCLAN KIT.　SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
  2 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ➳ A SCRAGGLY, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

  
  NPC xx NPC. ADOPTED BY TANSYSHINE. ADOPTIVE SIBLING TO TIGERPAW & SHARDPAW.
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[BITEFLOWER]

bio ₊˚✧ ﾟ. "should be." bitekit hisses, his fur raising as he arches his back. fallow's response incites a reaction, the idea of it seeing him as incapable isn't as infuriating as it's approach. he shoves in as close as he can without touching, as it it proved his point. the dismissal bruises his ego and the world disappears, the murmured voices of the felines that are packed in the camp fade away. similarly his claws comes unsheathed.

a tremor begins from the tension in his body, from holdings his legs so stringently straight, from bracing his jaw. not knowing much regarding fallow his insults are shallow. but he sees the hesitation of it only briefly. he wants her to hurt. he digs deep, scrounges something up from himself.

"is your family even here?" it's a question that doesn't even know applies to fallow, the camp filled with many clan cats, regardless throws it at her as if she was at fault, what was happening with his family, "wonder what they would say if they knew you're really mean." he intones the childish insult it like a flat statement, the aggressive grit behind his voice not subtly veiled at all.
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[FALLOWBITE]

( ⁀➷ )　 Bitekit crowds into its space, noses nearly touching, and Fallow feels trapped. Cornered. Like a prey animal at the talons of something far more threatening than it could ever be. She does not move, but her teeth clench so tightly she can feel it reverberating through her head. The proximity is unsettling enough, but his words lance right through her.

Is your family even here? Like an accusation, like someone's finally found the hurt and ripped it open once again. Her family is so impossibly far, from ShadowClan and ThunderClan and anything these cats know. Her memory of the owl's flight is fogged by blood and pain, a blur of landscapes below it, steps it could never hope to retrace. Wonder what they would say, he muses faux-indifferently, and Fallow sees red.

A snarl builds in her throat as Fallow shoves a paw out to push Bitekit away from her. "You don't know anything," she growls. "What d'you think your family'd say, huh? Yh - you think they'd be proud 'cause you're all, uh, all scary 'n everything? Really?" Hers would -- will -- she knows, a certainty built on a shaky sense of hope. But this isn't about her; she won't let it be. It's her turn to close in, now, turning Bitekit's own tactic against him as she shoves her muzzle forward, sneer on her lips.

WEARING CROWNS ⁀➷ OF TWIGS AND LEAVES 【 10.9.23 】

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• "SPEECH"

• ˏˋ　°　•　*⁀➷ FALLOW.　THUNDERCLAN KIT.　SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
  2 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ➳ A SCRAGGLY, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

  
  NPC xx NPC. ADOPTED BY TANSYSHINE. ADOPTIVE SIBLING TO TIGERPAW & SHARDPAW.
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[BITEFLOWER]

bio ₊˚✧ ﾟ. standoff continuing he's too embroiled in the overwhelming feeling of something rolling his stomach to drink in the reaction with any satisfaction, with just enough clarity to recognize the nerves he's hitting. before he knows it that paw has shoved him and suddenly he tumbles over-dramatically, the ground rushes to his back, exposing his belly. limbs loose in surprise bitekit blinks at fallow, eyes round as if he isn't expecting any resistance, and scrabbles on the soft ground for purchase, hurriedly getting to his paws.

hearing the words- it's claws to his soft stomach. the looks he receives are flavors of annoyed or disappointed, the warriors, they don't want to be alongside him, they're always above, looking down. the world rushes past him as he shakes his head at at words, as if he can shake them out of his head. it's always lingered, knowing he's a disappointment, that he would always be known as that kit. it was always going to stick to him, a magnet for judgement.

"think i know more than you! your family probably hates you!" he cries out, knowing he's hit something that hurts with the push. the surprise of the impact rattes his fury to something with a more urgency, "sneezefur-" well. it wasn't like he could say anything for sure what his father thought. the unwieldiness may be a shock, the kitten hasn't had his own life for too long. he misses him, wants to tell him how bad he hates being here, how badly he wants a nest that's his again, knows his mother can't keep up with whatever he's stirring more and more often. the word proud in the same breath as his parents, feels like ice cold water.

"you're horrible. and everyone is scared of me too." it's the only insult that comes to him, the second part is undoubtable untrue and hurriedly tacked on, but he leers as if it's gaining him any more footing. the ugly feeling that she kicks up rears up, spurs him to attempt a swipe at fallow's face in his delayed retaliation, claws out.
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[FALLOWBITE]

( ⁀➷ )　 There's a sick twist of satisfaction in Fallow's gut at the surprise in his eyes, the scrambling of tiny limbs as Bitekit scrambles to his feet. Victory, almost. But he just keeps pushing, insisting its family must hate it -- no, no, no, no. Its mother, its siblings -- they all love Fallow. Miss her. Must be waiting for her to come home, searching for her; once she's back in ThunderClan it'll only be a matter of time before Baying Hound swoops back in to rescue her.

Bitekit's paw lashes out and it's her turn to startle, stumbling back not quite fast enough to keep his claws from catching her chin. Blood reddens the little cut his claws leave, not quite deep enough to drip to the ground below.

Desperate for leverage, she grasps onto his slip-up, tugs it like loose thread. "Yeah?" she barks. "Sneezefur? Does Sneezefur know you're startin' fights?" It doesn't waste time crying over the injury, just surges forward once again. "'M not scared," she reiterates, "I fought way scarier things than you." Not quite true (the encounter with the owl can hardly be called a fight), but neither are Bitekit's words. She just wants him to hurt, the way he's hurting her. Fallow punctuates her statement with swipe of her own, trying to catch him over the ear like a cuff -- but with claws unsheathed. An imitation of meaner warriors reactions to misbehaving kits; she's above him, she won't be intimidated.

WEARING CROWNS ⁀➷ OF TWIGS AND LEAVES 【 11.4.23 】

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• "SPEECH"

• ˏˋ　°　•　*⁀➷ FALLOW.　THUNDERCLAN KIT.　SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
  3 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ➳ A SCARRED, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

  
  NPC xx NPC. ADOPTED BY TANSYSHINE. ADOPTIVE SIBLING TO TIGERPAW & SHARDPAW.
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[BITEFLOWER]

bio ₊˚✧ ﾟ. his chest heaves, paws working into the floor. "don't talk about my dad." bitekit spits in warning, ears pinned back against his head, his face scrunches in anger. he refuses to acknowledge it's a shared sore spot. if his dad knew, well. his father would have to be there to know, not that that was usually a problem. he would undoubtedly be in trouble, in the gentlest way possible. it's insistence on not being scared infuriates him, he want to humiliate.

"he's better than you." it seemed all bitekit can do is disappoint. before his mouth opens to spit more venom, his world is knocked askew. his head ducks after the impact to avoid it's paw, but it's too late. over the ear something snags, and red beads.

he paces back, pressing his face into his shoulder to keep the injury away from fallow. the hit has him stunned, he's never encountered a cat that is willing to retaliate, an unpleasant panic settling in his chest. "go away! go away!" he howls, stepping forward to only attempt to blindly throw his claws in fallow's direction, one side of his face still pressed to his shoulder.
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[FALLOWBITE]

( ⁀➷ )　 His dad. Good, she's hit on something sensitive. Fallow won't be so foolish as to show its belly; its mama's name stays caged between its teeth. This angry, bristling kit doesn't deserve to know it. She's got the advantage, Bitekit's ear far from her reach deliberately, red dotting along like -- rogues tearing teeth into flesh, the owl dropping her while blood still flowed far too fast from where its talons dug in --

It makes her scared, and that makes her angry. Fallow's breathing is heavy. Bitekit's words dig in like little pinprick-claws once again. "Better 'n you too, huh?" It sneers, voice shaky -- Fallow won't deny it, but the least it can do is drag Bitekit down with it.

Little claws dig in once again. Go away, he wails, and she matches his volume. "Make me!" comes her snarling response, venom dripping from bared teeth. There's something wild in her eyes. She snaps her teeth at him, close to fur but not quite touching -- a quiet pivot to threat, not violence. Something about the sight of his blood makes her stomach twist a little too uncomfortably.

WEARING CROWNS ⁀➷ OF TWIGS AND LEAVES 【 11.4.23 】

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• "SPEECH"

• ˏˋ　°　•　*⁀➷ FALLOW.　THUNDERCLAN KIT.　SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
  3 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ➳ A SCRAGGLY, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

  
  NPC xx NPC. ADOPTED BY TANSYSHINE. ADOPTIVE SIBLING TO TIGERPAW & SHARDPAW.
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[BITEFLOWER]

bio ₊˚✧ ﾟ. Hesitation of Fallow has him bitter, hadn't it wanted this? Neverminded the fact he has thrown the first swipe. Bitekit can't seem to get his bearings together, so he remains staunch in his stance. The sneer has him jumping to respond, get something biting out. "Y-Yes!" he's unable to conceal the shake of the words. What he harbors for Sneezefur the fond affection his father offers, he's cruelly doubtful she has ever experienced. "At least someone cares about me!" Assumptions, they're all assumptions, hoping the vile venom he's spitting lands somewhere.

He's trying to dig the words deep, as deep as the panic rattling his bones. "Who cares about you?" The unpleasant sensation of fright lingers. Spine arching he leans away, and with the snap of jaws he jerks and paces back, ears planted to his head. "Go away!" he caterwauls again pretending there isn't a tremor in his legs, his round eyes wide. Bitekit lowers himself, poised to run away. He's never quite missed the intimidating presence of his mother quite so much. He inhales and exhales heavily.

"Why are you-" The words spill out of his mouth before he can quite make sense of them. "Why do you hate me so much?"
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