pafp POISON THE WATER [glaring]

[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ There's a new guy in camp. His name is Dawnglare, and he only came to ThunderClan not that long ago. He's apparently not even a ThunderClanner, but a SkyClanner instead. He's a medicine cat like Gentlestorm, but the little lilac tom doesn't know why he's here. He smells weird. He talks weird. He looks weird. Hopekit doesn't like him. The kit wants this Dawnglare guy to leave already, because he's taking up so much of Gentlestorm's attention, and he also doesn't belong here. He belongs somewhere else, where the weird cats with names like Dawnglare are supposed to be… like SkyClan. He should go back to SkyClan.

It's the middle of the day, and the sun is shining bright in the bright blue sky. Hopekit has nothing to do, just like every other day—some of the other kits were made into apprentices not too long ago, but he still doesn't get to be one. He's left sitting in the nursery and around camp, listening to stories and playing with the other kits. Today, though, he's tired of playing dumb kit games. He wants to visit his uncle, but there's a stranger in his way. A stranger who leaves Gentlestorm's den, like he lives there or something! Hopekit watches the tom with narrowed eyes, perhaps a bit more rudely than is warranted. But this strange tom, with his big ugly eyes and his terrible smell, is encouraging—no, encroaching,—upon Gentlestorm's den. And Hopekit doesn't like it.

【❖】 the hunt is my muse

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  HOPEKIT ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan kit
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac tom with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ son of batwing and leopardtongue ; brother to bravepaw, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalkit
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[DAWNGLARE]

The realization has dawned on him, within these walls. His own den— his, for seasons now, is a thing he has apparently taken for granted. Gentlestorms' (Or perhaps, Berryheart's?) was stuffy in a way his own den wasn't. Not to mention, it's main resident was significantly less bearable than his usual two denmates. It is times like these, where he has time to kill, where he is not forced to hunker beside that brute and drone on, or listen to him drone on in turn, he tries to escape outside... The sun was the same in both camps, even if ThunderClan's leaves made a good spot that much harder to find.

Unfortunately, rather than being blessed with an unoccupied, sunny spot immediately upon leaving the den... he is instead cursed to be stared at with kittish eyes. And oh, that's the worst part really. At least when an apprentice or warrior stared, it didn't feel like a parasite contemplating which chunk of flesh it would first latch onto. What's that lie he's heard about a hundred times? Beautiful, they always said when kits were born... When their eyes were more akin to the result of a nasty infection, or something he would bat around in his Twoleg home when he was younger... If any gaze were to be fixed on him so unwillingly, so unrelentingly, they ought to look a tad less... puncturable.

This kit has unknowingly made themselves a victim with just a look. Is it a good or bad mood, that compels him to approach, rather than ignore. " Hello. " His eyes screw upon properly glimpsing it. " Are you trying to figure if I could squash you or not? I assure you that I could. "

And what a nice, sunny space this... thing is taking up. " This spot you are in? " he says. " I'll be claiming it, now. "​

 

[WRATHPAW.]

*+:｡.｡ "Th-that's a mean thing to say" Wrathpaw's voice wavers for a moment before quickly hardening at the end. The boy, small body trembling ever so slightly, comes over to stand protectively behind Hopekit. He doesn't make for a very imposing figure, being barely much taller, or wiser, than the kitten he seeks to back up, but the boy holds his ground. When he'd first looked upon Dawnglare, he'd thought the ruddy-striped feline to be an impressive new friend. To think, even older cats needed training! It was nice of Dawnglare to offer his help...or was it? Wrathpaw's cream and white fur rose to a bristle as he joined Hopekit in glaring at the interloper before him.
He's just as mean as the others from his clan.

"Hopekit was here first, so please, pick another spot to lay in. There's plenty" his voice is gravelly, the beginning of a growl, though he's determined to stay polite nonetheless. He won't lower himself to this cat's level. "If you want, I'll even show you" he offers compromisingly, but there's no hiding the twitch in his maw as he says it. He'd rather do anything else then spend more time with this...uncomfortable man.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 5/15/24

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  GENERAL:
  ♡ Wrathkit
  ♡ DMAB— He/Him
  ♡ 6 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ♡ Brother to Lovelight, Joywing, Giggle-
  ♡ Thunderclan — Kit
  ♡ Mentored by Wildheart
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♡Physically easy | mentally easy
  ♡ Attack in bold #4a59ff
  injuries: None currently

 

[Dwindlingpaw]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ A low sigh came from the cream and red kit; everyone was being so tiresome. "Hopekit, just move so Dawnglare can sit." Dwindlingkit didn't bother to keep the irritation out of her voice. Nor did she get up from where she was lounging nearby. For better or worse, the Skyclan medicine cat was here to stay, at least for a little bit, to help Gentlestorm. In her opinion, their medicine was good enough already, but for some reason, the adults seem to think differently.

Narrow blue eyes watched the Skyclan cat warily. She still doesn't know how to feel about the strange-smelling cat and his funky face. Hopekit was being rude first by staring so hard. "We are Thunderclan cats, and Dawnglare is our guest," she reminded the other kits curtly. Dwindlingkit wanted to hiss and tell them not to get on the wrong side of this medicine cat, who knows his true intentions. His words alone were a clear warning. Hopefully, Hopekit catches her hints.

ooc Information

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  Dwindlingkit — She/Her ･ 3 moons ･ Thunderclan Kit ･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  ☀︎ A fluffy (LH) flame point kit with low white and has blue eyes
  ☀︎ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon
  ☀︎ Tags​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — The said brute couldn't help but slip outside of the den hearing Dawnglare's voice and begins to wonder who he's talking to. It turns out to be his nephew and Wrathpaw comes to his defense whereas Dwindlingkit tells the lilac tomkit to relinquish his spot to the big Skyclan bully. Large snowy capped paws take a few strides forward to settle down beside Hopekit only to speak with a purr slipping from his throat "This is quite the lovely spot you've found. I hope you don't mind me joining you." If the Skyclan healer caught his gaze then he'd be met with a sharp one, Gentlestorm sighs quietly stretching himself out leisurely until his plush tummy kissed the ground. "Have you eaten?" An innocent and genuine inquiry, he motions for both apprentice and Dwindlingkit to join him where he rests beside his kin.

"What if I interest you all in a story?" Another soft hum slips from his throat awaiting their answer, Dawnglare would not take this spot if he had anything to say or do about it.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 55 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[ROEFLAME .]

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Roeflame couldn't fault her adoptive son for being cautious, if anything the queen rather appreciated it, a reasonable amount of distrust was beneficial- it could keep a naive soul safe in the face of the unfamiliar, and she could imagine that Skyclans medicine cat settling in their camp was quite the unfamiliar concept. Roeflame's watchful gaze doesn't catch the silent staring contest, not until Dawnglare began making his way over to where her kit sat.
Though Roeflame knew there may not be any real danger in the medicine cat approaching Hopekit, the brassy queen couldn't shake the protective instinct that demanded she get to Hopekit before the stranger could. Ultimately she would fail, but her arrival is only heartbeats behind Dawnglare's, and from behind Hopekit the queen would stand, head tilted upwards to fixate her own steely gaze, pupils thinning into slits as this grown feline actually just attempted to bully a child out of his spot, and unfortunately for Dawnglare, he had picked on her kit. Wraithpaw supports Hopekit, while Dwindlingkit tells him to just move. To treat their guest.
"Guest or not, he will mind his tongue when speaking to our young." Roeflame asserts, sitting behind Hopekit. Though the gesture made her smaller, Roeflame would like to see the guest try to bully not only a queen, but a lead warrior, into giving in. It's petty, she knows, but if it had been a warrior who had tried something so audacious, they would be sporting new nicks to their ears.
Gentlestorms arrival provides relief from whatever tension Roeflame had begun to stir, but even the good-natured tom wouldn't break the tabby queens stare, luckily he doesn't even try, instead he settles happily beside his nephew, distracting the children with the offer of a story. "Well, Dawnglare? Or perhaps you have a job to tend to?" The sharpness in her tone is hardly concealed, but her volume is steady, polite. The queen had no intention of jeopardizing Gentlestorms education, but the invisible fence around her kit had been set and barbed.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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