lucky this one lets dogs hang around ⁀➷ briarpaw


ˏˋ*⁀➷ Fallowpaw is merely minding its own business, tearing into the limp form of a mouse, when it begins to feel eyes on its back. It's on its own, of course it is. It spends all the time alone that it can - and doesn't take kindly to being interrupted. Something dark brews within golden eyes as it shoots a glare towards whoever has the poor sense to approach. A bundle of pitch, tufted and tall. It takes a moment for her to register who it is, and she finds little reason to change her attitude once she does. She is a lawless creature; even if she stuck up for Briarpaw before, she has no reason to afford her any affection. (Which, in fact, is why she tries not to stick her nose into other's business. Too many cats assume she likes them if she does anything but leave them alone.) It was a one time thing, and now she stares at the other with nothing but a brimming sense of disdain.

A low warning growl seeps out from the hollow of Fallowpaw's throat. "And what're you lookin' at?" It's accusatory, guarded - assuming the worst before Briarpaw even speaks. Go away, lies veiled beneath the rumble of their voice.

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  • FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, nine moons.
    a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
    standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
    baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw & doepaw.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
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☆⋅⋆ ── the most vulnerable thing about briarpaw was the fact that she could not kick reciprocation in the gut as swiftly as any other feelings. it irked her, disturbed a mind that generally remained at peace with itself. fallowpaw had stood up for her, whether the intentions were altruistic or twisted as briarpaw's own, the dark molly intended to repay her denmate. to be indebted put one in a powerless position, she could not remain there in good faith for long.

"you." she answers plainly, almost as if she wished she wasn't. the way it bristled over her presence alone, growled lowly with red stained teeth and an unbridled golden glare. this was no thunderclanner, not one she should be seen entertaining at least. rogue blood had festered within fallowpaw, rotted away all that was feline and made her into some unkindly beast. briarpaw had rejected her own as to not end up like this, purged it from her body and mind until all that was left was a perfect thunderclan warrior. fallowpaw was an ugly reminder of her mother's failings and her resentment for a father she'd never know, but perhaps it was not beyond fixing. starclan would look kindly upon her for this service to thunderclan.

"you still fail to act like a thunderclanner despite all of your moons here. other apprentices talk excessively of your 'differences', it is honestly exhausting how much i hear your name." the lies fall smoothly from her barbed tongue, stopping only when she pauses a moment to suck in a steady breath before continuing to spin a falsely sympathetic web. "it can't be your fault entirely, though. how can you possibly learn how to fit in here with a kittypet guiding your paws? howlingstar was misguided in that decision, it is unfair that you're the only one suffering for it."
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  • BRIARPAW she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, ten moons.
    a well built solid black longhair with white markings narrowed yellow eyes.
    NPC x NPC / / apprentice to saffronpounce
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
    penned by vayle@vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

ˏˋ*⁀➷ Briarpaw's even, distateful words curl Fallowpaw's lip into a sneer. She talks like she knows everything, like there's some great secret it hasn't been let in on. And worst of all - she doesn't leave. A glare and some snapped, blood-coated words are enough to send most apprentices skittering off to the cats they actually want to spend time with. Fallowpaw hates these persistent types.

She sits up from where she had hunched over the bit of prey, rises to look Briarpaw in the eyes. "Yeah? And what're they sayin' about me?" She keeps the waver of hurt from her voice, mostly. She wants them to be scared of her, it keeps them away. Doesn't matter who's talking behind her back, even if part of her does want to know. She continues with that same threatening tone: "That I'll claw your eye out if you get too close? Better watch yourself, huh?" She flashes a cruel sort of smile - more baring of teeth than anything. Hopefully it'll be enough to make her leave.

Yet... something she said rubs it the wrong way. "Stormywing's..." A good mentor? She can hardly bring herself to say that, what with how often she wishes the warrior would leave her alone. She tries again. "'S not her fault." It's Fallowpaw's, clearly. Everyone can see that. "She'd kick your tail if she heard you sayin' that," it adds in a mumble, a half-hearted sort of admonishment.


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  • FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, nine moons.
    a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
    standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
    baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw & doepaw.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.