backwritten NIGHTS LIKE THIS &. private

[SPLINTERPAW.]

AND I'M ON MY OWN​

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// the use of he pronouns is on purpose! this is retro to the meeting and retro to them coming out! tw for death, and minor gore but nothing in too much detail!!

of all the cats he had to go on a patrol with, of course it was frightpaw. she was so annoying. so pompous. she thought she knew everything, and he hated that. he keeps his head down as he navigates through the territory, a few steps behind his mentor. his naturally smaller body could be hidden behind the much bulker body of featherwing. he hears his mentor say something but he's hardly paying attention. his gaze moves over to frightpaw before he snorts, turning his attention back to featherwing who has stopped completely.

"alright, i am simply making sure you're aware of how to properly mark the borders. both of you. go on."

he almost wants to refuse but he sees the look on the older tom's face and decides not to. his ears push back and he only makes his way to the borders to begin marking them, his thoughts turning in his head like a cog wheel. his ears twitch slightly as his overly sensitive ears pick up something way before his nose does.

"...featherwish."

he is slow in his movement as he goes back to his mentor, pushing at his arm.

"s... there is a noise. coming from over there. it doesn't sound like... it sounds bad."

"use your words, kid. i don't know what you're talking about."

his ears pin back. he doesn't know what words to say. he doesn't know how explain what he's hearing. he huffs in frustration as he looks around, his eyes widening as he scrambles back.

"...d...do...dog... there's a..."

"shit. find some place to hide. now. I'll distract it and when i get it away from us, the two of you get to camp immediately and tell some moor runners about the dog. got it?"

splinterpaw only stares before he snaps out of it when featherwing barks at him.

"now, splinterpaw! frightpaw, go with him!"

he winces as he nudges against frightpaw, looking for anywhere to hide. there is very little places but there is a large enough log that they can hide behind. his gaze squeezes shut before the sound of snarling makes them pop up, and he crawls up to watch. his mentor seems to be darting around before teeth latch into his leg and he is dragged backwards, making splinterpaw gasp loudly. probably louder than he's ever said anything, he calls out to him, his paws moving way before can stop them.

"f-featherwish! oh, stars!"

the sound of his screams make splinterpaw stop, his eyes wide as a paw covers his mouth to keep him from making any more noise. his mentor's body lays limp, torn to absolute shreds as he breathes shallowly. he tries to move but it's no use. he's got no more strength in him, and splinterpaw can't move. the dog's head turns towards him and looking him straight in the eyes, growling lowly, teeth gleamed back and stained with the blood of his mentor.

"sh...shit..."

he can't move. he feels like he can't even breathe. was this how he was going to die? the same as featherwing, the last thing he sees being the warrior's mangled body? how uncool.

// @Frightpaw

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ This patrol is a chore.

Still, she sees no reason good enough to protest, especially when this is a patrol fated to be short and sweet. If she did her math right - of which she is certain - Frightpaw believes that by the time they're through here, she'll be arriving home just in time to greet Brackenscar returning from her mandatory day out. The thought leaves Frightpaw smiling, enjoying the fluttering feeling in her chest that seems to persist every time the woman enters her thoughts.

So lost is she, imaginging Brackenscar's smile, that she completely misses the ensuing conversation between Splinterpaw and his mentor. When she finally looks up, it's only in time to hear Featherwish hiss for the two of them to run. Run? She glances between them and Splinterpaw, before her ears snap up at the unmistakable snap of grass beneath unnatrually heavy paws.

Unnatrual for a cat...perfectly suited for a dog.

What a pain she thinks, following Splinterpaw into a nearby log. Cramming in first, she whirls around toward's the entrance - blocked by Splinterpaw - and strains her ears to catch the events unfolding outside. Already she hates this plan. To wait inside this makeshift hidey hole like rabbits - she ought to try her hand at clawing the brutes herself! If not that, then see if she can outrun them!

Splinterpaw must've had the same idea, for no sooner had the two taken shelter before the idiot pushes themself right back out! Frightpaw watches him scurry off, irritated by their bravery. After a long pause, contemplating whether she should stay or not, Frightpaw's nose catch the tell-tell sweetness of spilled ichor.

Before she knows what she's doing, she finds herself in Splinterpaw's shadow. In awe, she stares at the dismembered body of a once living breathing warrior. Red stains the grass thick, smeared in places where the dog must've had it's way with the wretched warrior's limbs. It's a sad sight. It reminds her of the many bugs she's squished flat beneath her own claws.

When she looks up, it's to meet the gaze of Featherwish's murderer. Playful is how she'd describe those ravenously hungry eyes.

She almost wants to giggle recalling how she'd believed she could take a monster like this on with her claws.

Instead, more rationally, Frightpaw aims to grab Splinterpaw's scruff, yanking them around and shoving them into gear "Don't think about it, just run " she hisses, voice as calm as a cold splash of water. Why she felt the need to ensure Splinterpaw's safety is beyond her, but she doesn't mind running behind the smaller cat - up until the idiot slows then he'll be on his own.

Until then, Frightpaw shoves them pushing them to run as fast as their lilac socked feet will take them. "Run to the log then take a hard turn, towards the treeline - we're gonna trip the sucker " she explains through huffing breaths, ignoring the way the ground rumbles as the dog gives chase. Game on, "Lets show that fox-heart what Windclan is made of! " she laughs, shooting Splinterpaw a dazziling moonlight smile.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/28/24

• //whisper whisper, you wrote Viperpaw instead of Frightpaw btw <3
• " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 12 moons
  ☾ Windclan moor-runner apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deathpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically hard | mentally hard
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

 

[SPLINTERPAW.]

SHOULDA TAKEN A BREAK, NOT AN OXFORD COMMA​

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//ahhhhHHH I'm so sorry I fixed it though <3

there is a certain level of unrivaled fear that rots him from the inside. he can't look away from the horror, nor can he move in any direction that seems right. he only moved when he felt teeth digging into him, and himself being yanked, and shoved in a direction. as if his heads been dunked under pure frigid water, he snaps back into it. he takes but a few breaths in and out before nodding and letting his paws carry him. he is not a moor runner, and would never be as fast as they are but he is a damned windclanner at heart, and will not stop until his paws bleed if he has to. he listens to frightpaw, much to his dismay, and does exactly as he's told. he only finds himself cussing abiut the fact that he couldn't have saved his mentor. there was nothing more he could do– he simply needs to get this done so they can get out of here. frightpaw can pretend all she wants but they could not take on a dog. it would be incredibly stupid of them and splinterpaw is a lot of things– but he will not be remembered as a stupid apprentice who died at the jaws of that cowardly thing.

he looks over at viperpaw, trying his hardest not to get upset at the fact that she seems to be having fun. he can be pissed about her lack of clan preservation later– right now, they have to get this dog out of here. so... he does what he must. he takes the turn, nearly falling from exhaustion– his lungs weren't made for this. weak and brittle from sickness that long since have left him, but he still does his best in spite of how it burns to breathe. he spins and watches as the dog trips over the log, hitting the ground with a thundering fall, making him flinch.

"we gotta go."

she can stay here if she wants– he wasn't staying here to get torn apart by this beast that his mentor already died to in order to keep him– why did he do that??– alive.

//and out !! thank u very much

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