private ONE TOMIAL TOOTH [🌘] Downypaw

[SOOTSTAR]

Downypaw presents the she-cat of ash a small rabbit. It’s scrawny limbs curled and dry blood was crusted at the scruff where a killing blow had been laid. She licks her lips and digs in, a juicy bite filling her maw with warmth.

There was not a cat she trusted anymore. The only ally she held in her own clan was herself. Downypaw was among the swarm of cats to be questioned, their family proven time and time again to have fickle loyalty. She licks her lips to clean them from traces of her prey before settling her gaze upon Downypaw. ”You’re a fine hunter, I hope you’ll continue to provide your strength to WindClan. …Much of your kin is gone, do you miss them?” Her inquiry is gentle, but there is a prying look in the way her brows gently furrow. Owl-like eyes seem to observe Downypaw’s entire body, from the tug of their lips to the bristle of her fur.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• >> @downypaw
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  » Soot ․ Sootstar
  » WindClan Leader
  » She/her ․ Mate to Weaselclaw
  » Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A high-stamina foe who can be difficult to hit.
  » Excels in quick, short moves.
  » Fights to kill and maim
  » Fatal attack of choice is an underbelly dive.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[downyfur]

Downypaw tries their best not to watch her eat, because if their eyes do not realize the meal before them, their stomach might not either. They dip their head at Sootstar's praise, generic and false as it is. She is not at all a hunter, much less a fine one. But she's already realized the lack of Sootstar's presence in the daily life of the clan, with Sootspot's and her own observations, so it does not surprise her much.

The less interaction they had with the moor queen, the better. Remembering their last meeting makes their heart ache—not for Sootstar's company, but that of their sisters. Funnily enough, their leader seems to come to the same conclusion. She tries her best not to chafe beneath the harsh glitter of her gaze, and a pause she attempts to construe as "thoughtful" precedes her answer. "No." The lie, however necessary, makes their gut twist. "I understand that they're traitors now," they carefully meow, glancing up to gauge Sootstar's reaction.​