private pretty little psycho // ivory

[Scarletpaw]

// taking place during the uprising! @ivorypaw

He's gone, Scarletpaw. You...you don't have to fight anymore.

Rain pelts her as she stares at the she-cat who was once her best friend in the world. Her chest heaves with panicked breaths as she stares wide-eyed at the corpse of her uncle, slain by her very own kin. Just like he did to Howlingstar. "No..." She whimpers, a pathetic sound as ears droop against the showering rain. Helplessly, she looks back at Ivorypaw. She no longer sees the kit she once played games with in the nursery. No, thanks to the hateful whispers of her other, and the molding of her uncle, all she sees is a soft-pawed kittypet. That doesn't go away yet. Not just because he's dead.

But she still hesitates, sniffling all the while. For reasons unknown to her, her claws do not leap from their sheaths as she thought they would when she vowed to fight for Skyclaw. Still, she can't just stand her. A forced anger causes her eyes to narrow as she leaps at her former playmate, attempting to tackle her to the ground. "You shouldn't have come back! None of this would have happened if you just...stayed put!" She cries out, ears pinning as her conflicting emotions claw for dominance in her gut. If she's successful, she will try to pin the white-furred she-cat beneath her and stare down at her desperately. "Kittypets can't be warriors! Why won't you get that?" Her claws remain sheathed. ​

 

[ivorypaw]

The fervor has left Scarletpaw. Her claws remain sheathed, even as she bares her teeth — even as she shrieks her derision at Ivorypaw. "You shouldn't have come back," she cries, and the white she-cat's ears fold back against her skull. She wants to step back, but she remains firm, upright, as Scarletpaw tells her, "Kittypets can't be warriors! Why won't you get that?" The tortoiseshell runs toward her, slams into her, and the weight and impact send Ivorypaw flying onto her back. Scarletpaw pins her down, but she does not sink her claws into white fur, shred gentle flesh.

She squirms; mud begins to coat her flanks. "Howlingstar is the one who said I belonged here!" Ivorypaw glares up at her former friend; rainwater pools on her face like tears. "If I don't belong in ThunderClan, then... then kill me yourself!"

Ivorypaw aims to use her hindlegs to kick Scarletpaw off of her; if successful, the pale she-cat will scramble back to mud-streaked paws.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: SORRY THIS IS SO LATE ;_;
• Adora . Ivorykit . Ivorypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 6 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by Palefire ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan apprentice. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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[Scarletpaw]

Scarletpaw stares down at Ivorypaw, rain dripping off her muzzle as the white she-cat's words cut through her. Howlingstar is the one who said I belonged here! If I don't belong in ThunderClan, then...then kill me yourself! The challenge hangs heavy in the air between them, and for a moment, Scarletpaw freezes, her breath hitching in her throat. She had sworn to fight for Skyclaw, to protect what she believed in, but now...now she's here, standing over the one cat she can't bring herself to harm. Her claws remain sheathed, her muscles trembling with the weight of everything she's supposed to feel - anger, hatred, righteousness - but none of it rings true.

Ivorypaw's brown eyes bore into her, full of defiance and desperation, and for the first time, Scarletpaw feels something crack in her resolve. This isn't right, A small voice whispers in her mind, one that had been silenced by Skyclaw's lies for so long. She looks at Ivorypaw, really looks at her, and in the rain-soaked mud, all she sees is the kit she used to laugh with, the one she shared dreams and secrets with. Not a kittypet. Not an enemy.

Her grip slackens, and she hesitates just long enough for Ivorypaw to kick her off, the force sending her sprawling into the mud. Scarletpaw scrambles to her paws, her heart pounding in her chest, but she doesn't charge again. Instead, she stands there, chest heaving, staring at the she-cat she once called a friend. Her legs feel like they're made of stone, weighed down by the conflict tearing her apart inside. "I..." She starts, but the words die in her throat. She can't do it. She can't hurt Ivorypaw, no matter how much she tries to convince herself she should. "I didn't ask for this," The tortoiseshell whispers, her voice hoarse, barely audible over the rain. "I didn't want any of this."

Her eyes drop to the ground, and for the first time, she allows herself to feel the doubt she's been pushing away, the uncertainty that has been gnawing at her since the beginning of all of this. Scarletpaw's gaze flickers to the battlefield around them, to the chaos, to the bodies, and she feels sick. She takes a step back, her ears flattening against her skull. "Just go," She mumbles, her voice thick with emotion. "Get out of here." Not…out of the clan, just…out of her sight. She can’t do this.
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