MESSENGER BIRD ⛧ privetpaw

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ Privetpaw is intimidating. He's a proper apprentice, unlike Gravelpaw with her her sheepish words and youthful face. He's sharp, honed like claws. Vulturekit only approaches out of lack of options. He's one of the more youthful cats here, and hit words have been gnawing at them. "You're, um..." He hesitates, drawing back into himself. "P-puh-Privetpaw?" The word is small, awkward. The name fits wrong in their mouth, an apprentice of a fake clan.

He gathers his courage. "Why'd you... Ask if WindClan was buh-bad?" He said it like it was common knowledge, the way kits ask in fearful tones after Sootstar. Like it was some ghost story, not Vulturekit's home. "Who t-t-told you that?"

‎‎┌── FOR I HATE THE BUILDINGS ⛧ AND THE WAY THEY TOWER OVER ME ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, four moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ 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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[PRIVETFROST]

"Mm." Privetpaw did not afford the boy any acknowledgment in the form of wire-woven words, eyes darkening like a flock of crows obfuscating the sky from the ramage, the light caught upon beads a peculiar and hawkish glow. He regarded Vulturekit as one would regard a burr stuck on the tip of the paw - an unsightly thing to be swept underneath the shade of some foliage. Gravelpaw had brought them here, and yet Privetpaw could not glean any use in stealing away such a kit that had no appetite for battle, or hunting, or anything that would help Duskclan's cause. "You don't understand yet, because you are young and stupid." The magpie-coated apprentice started, as a glowering gaze did not break away from the kitten who was not much older than he, yet down still nested within Vulturekit's nighted body. It would be good for the sheltered Windclan kitten to learn of the truth, he reasoned, for those of the moors had surely allowed Vulturekit to swallow dander and fleece for dreams. Life was not so colorful as the summer-tide flowers that flooded their fields, however. "But Windclan chased Sootstar and her followers away from their rightful home, leaving them stranded and alone with no other cat to help them but themselves. All Sootstar wanted to do was to ensure Windclan thrived through their hardships. And what did Sunstride do? He claimed the crown for himself as he killed and maimed us." He spoke as if he had been there to witness it all, as if he had seen the gaping wound that Windclan had left upon his peers, as though they had torn straight through the flesh. He refused even to use the Windclan leader's true name, believing the tigrine tom to not be deserving of such an honor. Then again, the stars had always been quick to idolize their favorite martyrs, as he had surmised.

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 ── X ── 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒

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  —— PRIVETPAW / He/Him / 7 Moons
  —— Apprentice of Duskclan / Mentored by Rumblerain
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight. He has fern-green eyes.
  —— Cool, calculating, and much too mature for such a young age. Enamored with the life of a warrior and burdened by the expectations of his people. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ Vulturekit hates the way Privetpaw looks at them - like a bug to be crushed underpaw. He's like all the worst of WindClan's apprentices, the haughty ones who scoff at anyone still stuck in the nursery. He's the kind of cat that makes them wish they could grow up faster. He regrets talking to the apprentice - but that's nothing new. Besides, his other options are worse. "'M not stupid," he mutters defensively, burr-like fur fluffing out. "That's not nice t-to say." It feels like a childish complaint. Why should this cold cat care? He's like Whitekit, but far worse - more twisted, claw-sharp and cruel.

And his words don't make sense. Everything is backwards here, everything is wrong. He never knew Sootstar, but he knows of her. He knows the tales of a nursery boogeyman whispered by kits and queens alike. "Sootstar was... buh-b-b-bad. Everyone knows that." He sniffs, turning his head up defensively. Maybe Privetpaw is the mousebrain here, he thinks - and immediately feels bad for thinking such a thing. "Sunstar saved everyone. He's, um - he's a good leader." Isn't he?

‎‎┌── FOR I HATE THE BUILDINGS ⛧ AND THE WAY THEY TOWER OVER ME ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, four moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ 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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[PRIVETFROST]

Vulturekit's fur puffed in defense, like the nappy fluff of the fledgling, draped in frail coat along bird bones. Fear remarked the tar-hued tabby, though Privetpaw had come to expect that of a cat within an unfamiliar situation. The scrublands had never been easy to acclimate to, and the adolescent considered himself quite lucky to have been born within its tangles of thistles. As Vulturekit prattled on about how what he had stated was 'not nice to say,' whiskers twitched as the electricity of contempt danced through his boyish countenance. He had not been kind, yes, but nothing worth attaining was ever through kindness. Bloodshed and conquest was the way that the young man knew, and the only one bearing fruits to sustain oneself on. Of course the kitten spouted nonsense from nursery tales and false monarchs, for it was all that he knew of, puberulent brain impending upon greater discovery - or not. Those residing within the windswept moors were prideful (just as Duskclan was), so much so that their hubris swelled upon their eyes and obscured the visions of the truth. In more crass words, Privetpaw considered them stupid. Cold green gaze narrowed at how blindly the brainwashed kit praised Sunstar, as the disgust blighted the wine-dark apprentice as lint did to the fleecen coat, an irritation to scratch and rend at. Sootstar was the villain and Sunstar was the hero, that was how all of the merry little myths went.

"Do you believe everything that your elders tell you? They can choose not to tell you information, you know. Just like how you might feel an itch to withhold something from your peers." Privetpaw knew that itch quite well, borne from the seeds of ambition itself, the protection of reputation within the earth that nourished it. He also knew that every cat had that urge to do something for their own self-preservation, and that no feline was truly and wholly selfless. How could one survive if they sacrificed each part of themselves, forsought it to another peerless god? There would be nothing left to live with.

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 ── X ── 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒

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  —— PRIVETPAW / He/Him / 8 Moons
  —— Apprentice of Duskclan / Mentored by Rumblerain
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight. He has fern-green eyes.
  —— Cool, calculating, and much too mature for such a young age. Enamored with the life of a warrior and burdened by the expectations of his people. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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