private little swan -- killdeercry

[QUAILSONG]

"No, I'm serious, Killdeercry, I think I could take you." Quailsong hops a little on her paws so that she's walking backwards, eyes sparkling with mischief as she regards Killdeercry, leading the other molly along the trail. It's not very often they get to head to the sandy hollow to spar, let alone without one or both of her dark-furred friend's apprentices tagging along, but despite having an afternoon off Quailsong is itching to do something. The overcast sky isn't heavy enough to threaten rain, after all, and even if it does, greenleaf showers are the best ones to get caught in. It would make for fun sparring conditions.

However, despite claiming to know ThunderClan's lands like the back of her paws, Quailsong manages not to register the sharp slope of the forest from underneath her until it's too late. Another step back, this time landing on nothing, forces pale eyes wide- and with a markedly ungraceful yelp the small tortoiseshell slips, tumbling over herself once before she sprawls at the bottom of the shallow gully. There's twigs and dust alike in her usually well-groomed pelt when she rolls over, and the warrior is warm to the tips of her ears with embarrassment as she realises that Killdeercry has just seen the whole thing.

— info

• // @KILLDEERCRY ;
• quailsong, tags.
  — she/her.
  — thunderclan warrior ; no apprentice.
  — attack in #C4B25E. low strength, high dexterity fighter.
  — penned by mercibun.

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[KILLDEERCRY ;]

WE'RE GETTING LOST! — It feels a little strange not having her little shadows around all the time. So accustomed to having paws trail after her own, answering questions and entertaining preposterous ideas. The beat of her routine had been skewed, leaving them in camp, but not an unwelcome change of pace. Even she could recognize just how long it had been since her and Quailsong last had time together. Just the two of them, either tussling across the sand or enjoying each other's company in the chorus of crickets and birdsong.

The molly would give a good-natured laugh. "Keep dreaming, I've never lost a fight before!" That you know of. But losing to her big brother didn't count when she had beat him just as many times. Last she counted they were at a tie, but she would be sure to break it again in her favor.

Suddenly Quailsong descended into the slip, and Killdeercry raced to the edge to look at the she-cat below. "Quailsong?! Stars, don't get yourself beat up before a fight." A tad more careful than the other had been, she found careful steps to meet her friend. Her eyes grazed over Quailsong, carefully plucking any sort of larger twigs and leaves from her coat. While Killdeercry often had such debris in her pelt without a care, she knew it was something Quailsong didn't share. — tags​