pafp OUR HERO, OUR HERO ╱╱ DUAL INTRO

[HONEYJAW]

Being a loner had its perks. Back in the day, he could do what he wanted– away from the teachings and rulings of anyone else. He'd quite liked not having any of these chores, actually, even if it meant he'd been entirely on his own fending for himself as well. Freedom was worth earning. Even at its most expensive. Were it not for his daughter, Honeyjaw knows that he would probably still be out there on his own, buying freedom the hard way. It was a worthwhile sacrifice even still. Sometimes it's hard to reconcile the kitten he had first laid eyes on all those moons ago with the cat she had grown up to be. A fine warrior of ShadowClan in training...apparently. She's certainly better at it than he is.

His back hits the earth for what must be the dozenth time this training session alone, and Honeyjaw can only mutter, "Oh come on." It wasn't even that he was useless, or couldn't fight! If he needed to there's next to no chance he wouldn't be able to defend himself. But the warrior who now stands above him is just that good– he supposes he should be grateful that the tom is training his daughter, rather than standing across them on some battlefield. Logically he knows that he wouldn't stand a chance against him. He's– well, a warrior, born and bred and shaped. Honed like paws personified. His pride, however, struggles to accept it.

With a deep sigh that rumbles through his chest, Honeyjaw finds his paws again and crouches as if prepared to begin again. To spring at him just like he had every other time, because seriously what else could he do? But bright blue eyes dart over Clearheart's shoulder and widen. His posture slackens some, preparations beginning to fade– "What's that?" he questions with clear horror.

﹥ˏˋ  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.02.2023  𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘔𝘌 𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘓𝘌 𝘐 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 ˊˎ＜

• ooc: please wait for @clearheart adslfaskhj

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• honeyjaw ╱╱ 36 moons old ╱╱ he - him - his ╱╱ warrior of shadowclan.
  ──── a former loner who joined the clan approximately six months ago (give or take).
  ──── named for the deep honey-brown of his pelt as well as his too natural charisma.
  ──── has an apprentice-aged kid he joined with, def scared of watching 'em grow up.
  ──── bisexual- kinda flirtatious yet never seems to really pursue a relationship. single.
  
  a short-furred dark chocolate point tom with the smallest splashes of white on his forehead, front paws, and tail tip. well-built, but overall average in size and unremarkable aside from his lightly curled ears and the magnetism of his smile. seems to show signs of aging earlier than expected, with a salt-and-pepper dusting around his jaw and muzzle.

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[clearheart]

━━ι═══════﹥ His gaze on the defeated warrior is neither pitying nor apologetic. Honeyjaw is not an incapable combatant, and it is no flaw that his skill cannot overcome Clearheart's. He does not consider him lesser; in fact, there are many qualities to admire in Honeyjaw: his natural charisma, his clever mind, and his dedication to his daughter, who watches from the fringes. During the bears' inhabitation of their camp, these properties ensured his daughter's fear did not outweigh the comfort she found in her father's presence. Had he not forgiven his parents for their faults, it might have sown jealousy within his heart and cast dark clouds across his countenance.

"Have patience with your progress, Honeyjaw," he says firmly. "Our efforts are most hidden from ourselves. Think of the sun and the warmth of its light while you bask within it, and—" What's that? Honeyjaw stare is anchored to a point behind Clearheart. In the fleeting span of several heartbeats, Clearheart thinks thus: first, there is nothing behind him or he would have heard it; second, were it a returning bear, Honeyjaw would waste little breath ensuring his daughter's safety; and third, while this is surely a ruse, trickery in battle is a danger Honeyjaw's daughter should be aware of. He is willing to indulge a defeat for the purpose of a lesson.

As though successfully deceived, Clearheart turns to face what is, as he knew, foliage harboring insects and little else. It allows Honeyjaw his opportunity, and Clearheart obligingly pitches into the ground under the momentum of the sky-eyed feline's tackle. "I am defeated by your guile," he announces into the dirt, slightly muffled. ​

══════⊹⊱≼ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ʜᴀɴɢꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄᴇɴꜱᴇ / ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ≽⊰⊹══════

• — CLEARHEART / / 40 moons old / / amab and uses masculine pronouns but will also accept the use of neutral terms.
  — a warrior of shadowclan / currently mentoring [no one yet ] / / excels greatly in combat above (most) all other skills.
  — former loner who wandered great distances & rarely remained in one place for long / / arrived after the great battle.
  — devoted to starclan above all else (aside from his idea of the common good) / / not prone to enter battle mindlessly.
  
  — of a height slightly above average / / trim and athletic with a sense of immovability about his posture/stance & size.
  — chocolate sepia w/ low white / / fur is quite short for the most part / / tail is naturally bobbed // full-body reference.
  — fairly warm demeanor much of the time; there is a "softness" about his features so that neutrality doesn't seem surly.
  
  — lawful good, in the sense that he likes to maintain order and work toward bettering lives around him without cruelty.
  — often misunderstands figures of speech and may interpret them literally. as such, can seem to lack a sense of humor.
  — deeply genuine; dislikes lying immensely, and so (most of the time) he is wholly earnest, especially with compliments.
  
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[HONEYJAW]

It would be an outright lie to say that he hadn't timed his question on purpose. There was a logistical reason for it, of course– cutting someone off mid-sentence created an extra sense of urgency, and made it easier for them to believe that there's actually something wrong. Not to say that it was his only reason, though. Or...even the primary one. Turning his head a little bit towards where his daughter is sitting, they share a rolling of their eyes. Just enough to make her giggle, terribly stifled. They duck their head when they laugh the same way he does when he's embarrassed. It does all sorts of soft things to his heart. Makes him sad too, in a way. He hopes she picks up more from him than his embarrassment. Maybe his sense of humor would be just fine.

The second Clearheart turns his back, Honeyjaw is on him. He bites playfully at the back of the dark tom's throat, getting a mouthful of thick fur and laughing around it, deep and throaty. Even when he straightens up, he doesn't "allow" the other to follow. Instead, his paw is placed theatrically there on his back to hold him down. And if there's one thing he's really learned from Clearheart, it's the importance of a good speech. Even if this one is a villain's. "All these moons, and I've finally succeeded. You thought I was really that weak? No, I'm the best warrior you'll ever see! I just needed you to let your guard down." Somewhere behind the both of them, Dragonflypaw's giggling has turned to full laughter.

﹥ˏˋ  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.02.2023  𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘔𝘌 𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘓𝘌 𝘐 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 ˊˎ＜

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• honeyjaw ╱╱ 36 moons old ╱╱ he - him - his ╱╱ warrior of shadowclan.
  ──── a former loner who joined the clan approximately six months ago (give or take).
  ──── named for the deep honey-brown of his pelt as well as his too natural charisma.
  ──── has an apprentice-aged kid he joined with, def scared of watching 'em grow up.
  ──── bisexual- kinda flirtatious yet never seems to really pursue a relationship. single.
  
  a short-furred dark chocolate point tom with the smallest splashes of white on his forehead, front paws, and tail tip. well-built, but overall average in size and unremarkable aside from his lightly curled ears and the magnetism of his smile. seems to show signs of aging earlier than expected, with a salt-and-pepper dusting around his jaw and muzzle.

• "speech"

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[clearheart]

━━ι═══════﹥The blithesome press of teeth in his scruff is not unexpected, even though Honeyjaw has not yet bested him in sparring before— either for his skill or Clearheart's allowance. His cheeks curve where the warrior cannot see them, his apprentice's laughter after such great tensions with the interloping bears a balm for the spirit. He thinks the same of Honeyjaw's laughter, yet for differing reasons, chief among them Honeyjaw's insistence on disguising his heartfelt reactions. Sincerity is precious from those who would hide it most.

"Ah, but I cannot see you," he says, following in Honeyjaw's example to the best of his capabilities. "Secondly, I have never thought you weak, and I apologize if I have given you reason to doubt your worth as a warrior." He turns his head, freeing one side of his face to direct his gaze in Dragonflypaw's direction, where she sits in plain amusement of their antics. "Shall we put an end to this impasse?" He asks her, smiling still. ​

══════⊹⊱≼ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ʜᴀɴɢꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄᴇɴꜱᴇ / ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ≽⊰⊹══════

• — CLEARHEART / / 40 moons old / / amab and uses masculine pronouns but will also accept the use of neutral terms.
  — a warrior of shadowclan / currently mentoring [no one yet ] / / excels greatly in combat above (most) all other skills.
  — former loner who wandered great distances & rarely remained in one place for long / / arrived after the great battle.
  — devoted to starclan above all else (aside from his idea of the common good) / / not prone to enter battle mindlessly.
  
  — of a height slightly above average / / trim and athletic with a sense of immovability about his posture/stance & size.
  — chocolate sepia w/ low white / / fur is quite short for the most part / / tail is naturally bobbed // full-body reference.
  — fairly warm demeanor much of the time; there is a "softness" about his features so that neutrality doesn't seem surly.
  
  — lawful good, in the sense that he likes to maintain order and work toward bettering lives around him without cruelty.
  — often misunderstands figures of speech and may interpret them literally. as such, can seem to lack a sense of humor.
  — deeply genuine; dislikes lying immensely, and so (most of the time) he is wholly earnest, especially with compliments.
  
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[SHARPSHADOW]

† Sharppaw thinks that if she ever told Sootstar, quote, "Look at that" in reference to absolutely nothing, he'd just be killed instantly. But maybe that's just him. He lacks the charm or convincingness in his tone to convince a bloodthirsty enemy that there is in fact, something interesting behind them. So very interesting in fact, that Sharppaw himself would have no idea how to describe it.

Sharppaw looks on, wanting like... insight on combat, or something. How would you get yourself out of a near - death situation? The right way, rather than her own narrowly escaped fate by the paws of WindClan. This didn't seem like the right way, though. It sounded like a way the child protagonist of a storybook tale (Because to pander to kits, the protagonist also had to be their age) could fool the big bad wolf, or whatever. Sharppaw sighs through his nose. Maybe it's too much to expect anything straightforward.

" ...Wow, " he comments, not really intentional, his tone stuck between pretending-to-be-amazed-but-deciding-not-to-commit-at-the-last-second, it instead pitching into the part astonishment, part disappointment that it was.

OOC † IN THE MIRROR 07.07.2023

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• SHARPPAW: brother to Rookpaw. Mentored by Smogmaw
  —— he / she , no pref , icked by they prns ; fine with gendered terms ( tom, molly, etc... )
  —— currently 13 moons old. warrior ceremony delayed due to lackluster progress.
  
  anxious, antisocial, paranoid. Sharppaw is a creature living in constant fear. Most thoughts are irrational, but consistent in that they are borne from pessimism and generalized anxieties.
  — In an era of assessing what has set him back and figuring out what he wants.

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