sky on fire — intro

Sep 22, 2023
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your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
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Without prompt, Fogbound had ventured out early in the morning with fog hanging low over the moor, wetting the tips of well-groomed fur did little to dampen his spirits. His stomach rumbled in aching reminder of how little they hunted thanks to rogues with little sense of dignity.

He might be a cat with even less morals, but at least he had enough common sense to stay far away. He breathed, taking in the familiar smells of the moor he’d grown to call his so-called home for some moons. He gave a flick of his tail, padding forward with a quirk of his lips, expression molded to perfection, emitting charismatic handsomeness despite being one of the few ones out here in search of something.

He did promise late at night to bring back someone or face the wrath of the wiggling worms he had called them, and Fogbound was nothing, but a gentleman. His ears twitched, turning with liquid satisfaction at the sight of a blackbird hobbling along in search of breakfast.

He wasn’t as fast as his smaller clanmates, but Fogbound didn’t let that stop him from showing off, wooly tail curling in silent triumph until his reddish gaze landed on something that wasn’t so special, nearly ripping out a rumbling snarl from the tom, but couldn’t help his curiosity peak. Now. Now. He couldn’t possibly stop his curiosity from sparking into mischief.

It would have been in his best interest to chase the rogue, but Fogbound didn’t. He doubted the other had noticed him yet, blending into the misty backdrop with his grey smoke fur, nothing more than a blip in their eyes. He watched as muscles rippled beneath dark fur, prepared to spring, but Fogbound was quicker, leaping seconds before the other. You must be quicker than that, you hopeless beast. He thought, teeth sinking into tender flesh with a satisfying hum until the other knocked into his bulky build sending them tumbling.

He grunted in discomfort, kicking the intruder with his back legs, no doubt playing keep away with hissing insults tossed in their direction, muffled by feathers. He might have one paw in the grave already, starvation high in the air, but Fogbound was never one to break his promises, the few he has made.

The smokey male grunted, rolling away from the rogue, determination swirling within reddish hues. He dropped the bird, kicking it beneath him to sneer, muzzle crinkling in a half-crazed smile. “It must have slipped my mind that you crazed beasts cannot understand a lick of sense if that small brain of yours is unable to do the simplest things like talking.” He uttered, staring daggers into the rogue willing them to take the bait. It would make my day that much more colorful. He tutted, muscles tensing as the rogue darted forward hoping to steal the freshly killed bird tucked beneath him.

His stomach rumbled in mockery that Fogbound was just that more willing to hold on to the pesky thing, nearly dodging a swipe to his cheek, teeth-gritting. He was once a rogue, but those days were long ago doing the dirty deeds of his captor, but he wasn’t so stupid.

He batted the other away with a sneer on his lips, reaching to snap at their exposed paws. Nothing but a childish game of keep away. He couldn’t help but think with a crinkled muzzle, sending the rogue falling with a shove that took more effort out of the other than he liked to admit. “I suggest you take that dreadful sense of self-preservation out of here before you infect the rest of us with your parasites.” He snarled.

If this doesn’t showcase his loyalty to WindClan than he might as well die at their paws. He nearly huffed, marred flesh crinkling beneath smokey fur in irritation. He was losing his waning temper, nearly skyrocketing with their prey shortage that made him volatile, ready to snap at the closest feline.
thought speech
 
And are you so foolish as to try these odds? Two against one looks much worse for you, heathen.

She emerges from a nearby tunnel, her thick pelt bristling—dust crumbles in rivulets, in streams, down her silky blue-gray coat. Her lips are peeled back in an uncharacteristically fierce grimace, her fur spiked—she looks every inch as fierce as her mother, even if she lacks the solid core of rage that solidifies Sootstar. The rogue and Fogbound both are weary from their fight, all over a bird that looks like it could feed maybe a kit and a half.

But Bluepaw understands. Their stomachs are all barren, and even the promise of a scrap of prey is enough to stand their ground. She is small—much smaller than Fogbound and this faithless rogue—but she is fierce and ready to defend what belongs to WindClan.


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  • bluekit . bluepaw
    — she/her, apprentice of windclan
    — bisexual ; single
    — long-haired blue she-cat with white and green eyes
    — “speech”, thoughts, attack
    — penned by Marquette
    — art by Meg
 
Despite her... Issues to put it lightly with Fogbound, she knows better than to insult him when it comes to the safety and wellbeing of her clan. It's times like these where they can set aside their differences and work together to chase off any one who dares disturb their peace. She follows behind Bluepaw, after all tunnelers are not allowed to be alone lest they want to risk an unfortunate end. Her clanmates have already spewed poison towards the enemy, so there is no need to add more to there words.

Both she and Bluepaw are small and skinny compared to the ever massive Fogbound and this lousy rogue before them, but size doesn't mean everything. Just as Bluepaw, she is more than willing to lay down her life to protect those she finds dear. Her claws are unsheathed, a wicked grin spread across her maw. If this rogue knew any better, they should leave and never step foot in these lands again. Trust me, you don't want to be torn to shred by us. Unless you're stupid, then it'll be my pleasure to make you scream.
 
your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
He wasn’t surprised, catching sight of the two with a curl of his tail, barely acknowledging their presence to stare at the rogue, lips curled in a wicked smile, ruby optics crinkling with the motion. What is your next move, mhm? He wondered if the other really was as stupid as he thought to attack three cats, even if the other two lacked much in size, Fogbound would put up a good fight, even if he was starving.

His muzzle crinkled, stepping forward with a low-guttural growl sending the rogue bolting before he could take as much as a step forward. “Shame.” He hummed, letting a well-groomed tail flicker. It certainly would have made his day if the other charged, but he wasn’t nearly as stupid enough as to follow, instead turning a well-trained eye on the two tunnelers, eyeing Rabbitclaw with an annoyed huff. “Do my eyes deceive me, or do I see a flicker of care in those eyes of yours, Rabbitclaw?” He grinned, putting on an air of charm.

He turned to Bluepaw. “Care to take this to camp? I’m sure someone will enjoy it with what I had to go through to keep it.” It was pathetic, but it was something to feed WindClan, especially with their influx of wiggle worms running rampant.
thought speech
 
Of course Fogbound and his stupid pretty face has to ruin everything! She meets his eyes with a glare of her own, scoffing at his words "Drop dead." Yeowch, maybe she took it too far with wanting him dead. Knowing him, he'd be highly amused and think he won today. That was far from the case. The only reason why she ignored what he said, the gall of him too to proclaim that she cared about him of all cats! The only reason why she ignored it was because it was a waste of time. She had better things to do and if she cared about cats it wouldn't be somecat like him. Prick. Your charm won't work on me. Hmph trying not to seem like a total prick to Bluepaw.

Oh, how she wanted to punt him to Starclan. If Bluepaw did what he said she wouldn't be able to return into the tunnels. Well, she could, but it was one of their rules. Whenever you wanted to go into the tunnels, you should never go alone. Prideful cats who go alone meet their end. At the very least if you went with someone else and something terrible went down, then you wouldn't be alone. Morbid, but she's aware of that. She's aware that she might meet her end in the tunnels, considering how dangerous it was. It doesn't scare her. What terrifies her more than anything is if she met her end with her siblings or their children. If she were to pick someone, it would be Beetlenose.

This is getting dark isn't it? Rabbitclaw is not going to involve Bluepaw in whatever business they have. If she decided to go along with Fogbound's request, then she would say nothing and wander around for a bit. If she was lucky Beetlenose would pop her head out and she'd be able to join her and maybe have some fun with the other tunneler. Wonder what she's doing now actually. Hmmm... Dang, who could she be with? Maybe Dragonflywish? He's been pretty down, so maybe I can make him laugh while we work.