out from the shadows | intro, wrestling

[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Day by day they were allowed to venture a little further from the protective walls of the nursery. Enjoying his newfound freedom, this gave the boy the opportunity to stalk in behind another seemingly unsuspecting kitten. Instinct guides him into a half baked hunters crouch, head low and limbs wobbly at best as he tries to facilitate the stance with stability and finesse. One, two, three paw steps later and he is closing in. Young muscles tense and coil as he prepares to pounce, breath stilling as he lay in wait. For a moment he dreads being discovered, wondering if they'd turn around in time to see him. But the thrill of the hunt continues and finally, he makes his move.

Sepia tinged paws move with a burst of action, wind whizzing in his ears and combing through his fur as he rushes forward. Within two strides he leaps, forelimbs outstretching so that paws may cleave to their target. A thunderous cackle erupts from the boy's maw as he lands upon the other kitten's back and sends the pair of them rolling until they stop in a crumpled heap. Jaws stretch wide, tiny fangs glinting as he bites with suppressed force upon his fellow kitten's scruff, back legs delivering rapid bunny kicks. "Gotcha!" He declares around the mouthful of fur. (Feel free to be the kitten Adderkit is wrestling with!) ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[WOLFSONG]

──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 Ah, this is one of Sootstar and Weaselclaw's offspring. He seems to Wolfsong an amalgamation of his parents' coloring, and time will tell what other traits he may have inherited from them— and what will be learned. He has no eye for the future, but for the time-being Sootstar's reign remains steadfast despite the storms it has passed through. Sunstride knows better the burden of a leader's son than Wolfsong, but he imagines even his dear friend would find it difficult to find many overlaps in their upbringing.

"But is the battle won, or will your opponent teach you the error of a hastily-declared victory?" A low chuckle reverberates in his chest, the corners of his mouth quirked.
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[icebreath]

TAGS — Icepaw's always liked kits, even if she can't envision herself ever raising any of her own; she just doesn't trust herself and doesn't think she ever will. What a huge responsibility! They're adorable, though, and could be so funny. Naturally, tending to the nursery is her favorite chore (perhaps especially so after Sootstar once praised her for her attentiveness toward the queens) — and her enthusiasm has only further intensified since Sootstar and Weaselclaw's litter was born. Only she would be so anxious about making a good impression on kits, but they're very special ones. Royalty, even. Not to mention that she'll probably garner more favor with their parents if the little ones decide to tell them all about how nice, helpful, and maybe even cool Icepaw is.

There's a smile on her face as she watches Adderkit and his denmate play — probably the closest thing to leisure she ever allows herself unless encouraged by another, so married to her work is she. Wolfsong's commentary briefly draws her pale gaze to him from where she sits a little way's off, idly shifting a small pile of snow around with one of her forepaws, before it returns to the kits. She remains contentedly silent.
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[Azaleafrost]

She watches. Quiet, studious. She dares not approach the leaders kits. She knows what will happen, she will be punished. Beaten for exposing Sootstars precious little bundles of joy to her kittypet taint.

All she saw were future bullies, ones she could not defend herself against. It frustrated her. Every second she looked at those kits, she felt something.

They were happy. Loved. Having fun.

Everything she wasn't.

They had everything she should have had.

Her emotionless facade was beginning to break, she could feel her eyes beginning to mist. She couldn't stand to be here right now.

Just as quickly as she has appeared, she briskly strode for the camp exit to lose herself on the moors.

((In and out!))
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[SOOTSTAR]

In character, Sootstar pays no mind to the departing Azaleapaw as she moved to stand next to Icepaw. The blue smoke joins the apprentice and Wolfsong in watching children scuffle, and among the spar was her own son. She smiles and straightens her spine, prideful of his victory. What a strong cat he was, what a powerful cat he would be. ”Looks like a pretty secure pin to me.” Sootstar, with bias, dismisses Wolfsong’s wisdom. Advice she would usually be in agreement with, but until her kits were apprentices she’d tell them the grass was blue if that’s what they so desired to hear.​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/07

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 34 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windpaw & Sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to Smokepaw & Coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[SUNNVAR]

He is quiet when he joins the audience. While the tunnelers stand together, Sunstride finds his place alongside the other moor runner, the fur of their legs brushing with how closely they stand. Though he is pressed to Wolfsong's blind side, he does not hesitate to duck his head, speaking next to the smaller tom's ear. "Do you remember when you were younger, and you could barely find your way out from beneath one of my paws?" he murmurs. Perhaps it was an exaggeration of time, but he does not soften the amusement of imagery. "How long will it be before this one finds himself similarly bound?" He cannot imagine how time will turn out for any of them, though he is eager to see it through.

"Do not risk your grip for gloating," Sunstride calls to the kitten, tone still warmed by delight and laughter. "Be ready to roll, should your opponent shake your balance."

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
  —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 07 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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There are many, many kits around the camp these days - sootstars litter just one of the few rolling around. Some are to become apprentices soon, he thinks, but for now they still get to play and prance about as they wish, without the worry and stress that comes with becoming a 'paw. Clear blue gaze is bright and fond, and though the sight of violence's still leaves him uneasy there is something harmless about watching he kits play, perhaps their small size, that keeps it from being too unsettling for the boy to watch. He doesn't have much advice to offer - or any at all really, while he does his best not to openly advertise his uselessness he's only just begun his own battle training - a slow going process as he finds it hard to bring himself to even pretend to harm his mentors. But he can offer praise, a soft smile on his maw and a sunny glint in his eyes. "g-g-g-good pounce!" he cheers softly, words hushed and quiet compared to the others but no less encouraging.

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[BURNETPAW]

Burnetkit approached shortly after Periwinklebreeze of shivering voice, and the little girl was slowly starting to learn that even the adults could falter and whisper, and were not infallible gods of ivory pillar and marble will. Still, that was not enough to sway her away from the thought that every adult knew everything, somehow. They were the ones keeping the world turning, able to explain the enigmas of the universe, as well as the endless questions that flittled from founts of youthful wonder. She casted a furtive glance towards the departing Azaleapaw, owlish eyes darting towards the blue-hued feline, like an overcast sky bespoke for a rolling storm. Even though Azalea was but a 'paw, she was still an adult to Burnet. Unbeknownst to her, she and Burnetkit shared the same sentiment of the powerlessness that gnashed and fought against repose, as if the knolled strings of deeper thought that wove between them both. Burnet never thought that adults had that feeling, since they were so big and strong. She wouldn't feel that way if she were that big, at least.

Golden gaze fluttered hastily towards Adderkit and the other kitten that he pinned down, in the motions of a butterfly's wing, a staccato tempo marred by blinks and waving pupils. Despite the fiery spirit that dwelled within, she was but a bird-boned and twine-spun creature. It was hard for her not to look as though she were waiting for her next chance to spring away. The smaller girl noted how the adults lay their adulations for the bigger and stronger cat, praising him instead of the other that lay in his shadow, as though they vied for the safer option. Of course, she was much too naive to figure that out, and supposed they were doing the right thing. As much as she wanted to cheer for her denmate, she always liked the underdog's side. It made for a better story if one rose to greatness instead of being born in it. "Yeah, watch out!" She shouted. "There are, like, a billion trillion ways to get out of a pin! Trust me, I saw the adults do it!"
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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

A voice speaks from above and Adder's eyes shift from his scrambling sparring partner to Wolfsong. Of course it was a victory. There wasn't a single kitten in the nursery that managed to usurp his undefeated title yet and did not plan on allowing anyone to take his crown. "Won." Adderkit declares gruffly around his vice grip of the other kit's scruff. Pride surges within, blooming underneath the praise leaving his mother's lips as his attention darts to her. Confident in his skill to release the kitten's scruff and still keep them pinned, Adder grins at Sootstar. "You should have seen me yesterday, they didn't stand a chance-" But his voice is cut short as the kit begins to wriggle and writhe, attempting to slip out.

Adder's brows pinch with newfound seriousness, serpentine gaze snapping back to the other child. "Be ready to roll, should your opponent shake your balance." Pushing off on his back legs as the kitten regains their footing, Adderkit sends the pair of them into another roll, shifting his weight in his favor. They topple over one another, tussling until he has the child pin again with a firm paw on their head and his teeth at their neck. Too tired to retaliate his den mate goes limp beneath him. "I win, again." The moorland prince gloats, a low chuckle shaking his shoulders as he backs off.

Shaking out his ruffled fur he glances in the direction of Burnetkit, ivory fangs winking beneath his sinister smirk. "What was that about watching out?" He questions with fine notes of humor sprinkled throughout. Surely she didn't believe him to lose? Ripping his gaze from the tiger-esque molly he looks to Sunstride, nodding. "Be ready to roll, I'll remember that. Thanks." Adder voices with a wave of his tail, dipping his neck to lick the disheveled fur upon his chest. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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