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[FEATHERSPINE]

Maybe that apprentice would understand this sort of anticipation- for he was the son of Sootstar, was he not? Featherkit herself looked to the future, her inevitable apprenticeship, and saw nothing but work to be done. Perfection to be toiled at. What more would the Clan expect from the son of Sunstride and Wolfsong?

Still, she was young to the world, and though she was vaguely aware of these expectations- aware of what apprenticeship and Clan provision entailed- she felt unprepared. Who would be better to inform him than an older apprentice who faced lofty predecessors, parents both important figures, just like Featherkit did?

Whether it was nervousness of simple uncertainty, however... Featherkit was unaware of how she would approach, even if he should. Therefore the marble-striped tom perched in the shadows, lantern-bright eyes narrowed in scrutiny as he tracked Harrierpaw's movements. The tom was wolfish in his movements, almost... fierce looking, absolutely. As hardy as his mother and father both, Featherkit would bet. Maybe he'd be worth keeping an eye on, just to get some sort of advantage... to learn anything. Anything to prepare herself. To let him know exactly what he was getting into.

\ @HARRIERPAW ​

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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

Harrierpaw swears the looks of his clan-mates burn.
He feels warmth on his fur, and when he turns in the direction of the source. Featherkit.

Intense yellow eyes stare into each other. Stopping what he is doing entirely he looks at Featherkit as if she might be a piece of prey, a squirrel in his sights. His eyes grow wide and as seconds pass his gaze unwavers in a challenge.

He has to stiffle a mischevious smirk as he wonders how long it’ll take for him to crack.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Harrierpaw
  » WindClan Apprentice
  » He/him
  » A black and chocolate chimera with golden eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » A foe who uses jeers and jaunts to distract his opponents.
  » Excels in using terrain to his advantage.
  » Fights to outwit and see another day.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[FEATHERSPINE]

He stared back- kept staring back, and suddenly Featherkit felt like she was on fire. Squirming with discomfort, she shook herself like a dog ridding itself of water- the more vigorously she rattled herself, the more thoroughly she hoped she could rid herself of the strange feeling she'd gotten when he'd looked at her. Like that, like he knew everything about him... Featherkit decided then that he didn't like being appraised. Or watched. The hypocrisy was lost on him.

"Stop," she ordered, though- Harrierpaw was likely higher on the pecking order than Featherkit. What right did he have to order him around? "How did you see me?" he asked- apprentices didn't often take much notice of kittens, after all. What was he doing wrong? Or- could Harrierpaw just feel eyes on his back, some instinctual crawl?​

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[beetlenose]

"Harrierpaw's got eyes on the back of his head," Beetlenose informs unhelpfully. It's not literally true of the apprentice, but she wouldn't doubt if if he had an uncanny perception about him. He's always seemed to excel in his training under Firefang, and his graduation (nearly) alongside Sedgepounce had been no surprise. She doesn't think she herself is ignorant to the things around her, but something about Harrierpaw– about many of Sootstar's brood, really –seems perfectly filed, as if all imperfection had been buffed out. She can't tell if it makes her jealous or if she pities them for it. The leader's children... Beetlenose is proud of her work, but at least she has the luxury of her nobody heritage. There's less expectation piled upon her for it.

Featherkit has expectation piled on him, too, being the new deputy's daughter and all. But Beetlenose doesn't think much of her apprenticeship in the coming moons, nor does she think much of Featherkit's similarly uncanny stare. He's just a kitten. And kittens are dumb– she wonders if he'll take the bait. "Are you doing a staring contest? I'll play next."​

 

[HARRIERSTRIPE]

’Stop’ Harrierpaw snickers before partially obliging, the intensity of his gaze lessens but he doesn’t remove it completely from Featherkit. Before he can formulate a response Beetlenose comments he has eyes at the back of his head, truth be told, Harrierpaw wishes. It’d be quite helpful to be able to keep an eye on his surroundings from behind, the advantages that would have…

”Don’t know. Just did.” His own answer is somehow even less helpful than Beetlenose’s. ”Featherkit might be, I just noticed him and returned the favor.” He recalls staring contests as a kit, Harrierpaw always had been uncanny, he often won at those too.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Harrierkit . Harrierpaw . Harrierstripe
  » WindClan Warrior
  » He/him
  » A black and chocolate chimera with golden eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » A foe who uses jeers and jaunts to distract his opponents.
  » Excels in using terrain to his advantage.
  » Fights to outwit and see another day.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Beetlenose never seemed to grow tired of spouting off ridiculous-sounding answers in complete certainty. A look that might as well have had claws swivelled to stare at the tunneller, pondering present in her sun-glister glare. At least Harrierpaw had listened to him, finally ripping his eyes away. Featherkit's discomfort didn't entirely dissipate, though; no, he sat still scrutinised, and the way it made his skin crawl soured his mood even more. Why should she be nervous in this way?

"He doesn't," Featherkit asserted coldly, though failed to resist glancing up at Harrierpaw. Just to double-check. But unless they were invisible eyes, a concept that seemed entirely contradictory to Featherkit herself... then, she was sure of her answer. She shook her head slowly at Beetlenose's question, eye twitching a little as she kept her gaze trained upon the leader's son.

Wasn't it obvious? "I was trying to watch you. Not stare at you." There was a difference. Her nose wrinkled with frosty impatience. "What's it like buh-buh... being the leader's son?" It'd be Featherkit's own fate, eventually. Even in such youth, he was acutely aware of that...​

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