private moonlit melody ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ haretooth

[BATCHASER]

Night has come to grace the land with soft beams of light. The Moon floating above, with the stars sparkling in pinpricks in the sky behind them. A heavenly sight to behold.

Pale paws, glide across the mud-stained ground. The lanky phantom languidly trots towards his victim for the night. But his victim isn't any random clanmate. No. This is his little brother. Adopted. But, he is kin all the same. One does not need to share blood to be related.

Batchaser's usual curled fringe is... messy and unkept from his earlier snooze. A sliver of a gold eye peers out from behind his dark disheveled curtain. Half-lidded, and paired with bruised eye bags he then focuses his gaze on his pale touched sibling. "Haretooth." He speaks, a smile twitching onto his bicolored maw. He lazily glanced around camp, where some of his clanmates retreated into their dens and nests. Day-dwellers.

He focused his attention back to his younger brother. "I'm here with a request. Shall we go... and frolic amongst the darkness of night?" Throwing a paw in the air, with flair. With his equally dramatic display of words.

Haretooth would clearly understand his choice of words. He is quite smart.

He waits for the warrior to accept his request. Before he turns his body around, atop of long-limbs. " Then, let us move on then. Come along." He tosses a his head over his shoulder, gesturing his long pale tail at the other. He cannot wait, to show his younger brother the joys of the night. The curly black smoke trudged off, pushing through the thorny entrance and into the muddy marshland.

THE DARLING MOON ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ HIDDEN EYES AND SHARP GRINS

• ooc. OLDER SIBLING PRIV JUMPSCARE !! @Haretooth

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• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 31 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke mix with gold/green heterochromatic eyes.
  ✦ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Haretooth]

"INDELIBLE IS WHAT I NEED TO SPREAD THE WORD."​

The moon and stars paint the night sky above them, highlighting a pale phantom of the marshland as he stood in the camp clearing. Haretooth was often a wayward spirit of the night, found wandering too late into the evenings. The mud squelches under every light step he attempts to make as he paces around camp in an attempt to find a goal for the evening, the pull of that wretched landscape was inescapable. His face contorts into an expression of disgust as a pale paw is caught in the sludge of the earth. Tongue slips between parted teeth to portray his disgust as he sticks it out “eugh” he mutters to himself. Not quite voicing the long winded monologue he had prepared in his head over this misfortune, appearing like a rambling mad man was not on his list of clan perceptions though. So the eugh will have to do, barbarically simple but speaks volumes.

He glances up at his adopted kin upon hearing his name being uttered, though his brain is naught to refer to him as such long since he and his sister came to his guardianship. Batchaser was referred to as his elder brother, nothing less than that. Blood does not define kin, not to him. The pale warrior scrutinising gaze narrows at the sight of his unkempt fringe, if his assessment was correct then he must have fallen victim to the whims of a nap again. “Brother, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Tail curls behind him as he stands, rigid in vigilance but to those who are close to him; such as Batchaser, this was as relaxed as he could be.

“Frolic amongst the darkness of the night.. Hm. Frollicking is futile in such hazardously messy lands” he lifts a white paw, stained a dark brown from the mud, to emphasise his point. “However, I would hate to digress from this topic via my turmoil over mud. I would take great delight and pleasure to stroll with you in the night's embrace.” He smiles, it’s wide and all teeth, that’s how his brother can know that he has received his approval. He is quick to follow alongside his kin, forcefully pulling his paws out of the suction of the mud below them.

“Did you find slumber today?” He asks, even though he knows the answer. Time alone for them to converse is a rare treat, one that he is gluttonous to indulge in. A moment of peace amongst the tragedy that the marshlands mark. Pale blue eyes sweep over the landscape surrounding them, wondering idly if any other clanmates had decided to partake in a stroll of their own. He highly doubts that this would be the case.
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