private SO TAKE THAT RAGE ✦ FINCHPAW

[Houndshade]

She's not naive, it's clear Finchpaw isn't the biggest fan of hers right now. Why that's the case they don't know, playing ignorance. In fact, shouldn't he really be grateful that they helped him not make a fool of himself against that Riverclanner? She doesn't bother thinking about it while indulging in the celebration, yet as she takes him out to train it lingers in the back of their mind. "You wouldn't have been taught to fight in the snow, so I think we'll focus on that today" they're excited to show him something his previous mentor hadn't. Finally something she can take the reigns on, she can appreciate his eager attitude at times but it truly felt like he wasn't listening to her at times.

She thinks it's fine, Finchpaw doesn't seem to slip too much which was surprising. If anything her own long limbs barely save her from her own slip up or two. It's rather evenly matched in that regard, it's hard to get used to weather conditions that you can only experience for a small portion of the weather, realistically a fraction of a year. What seems to be more surprising is how... passionate? Eager? No neither of those fit, just how aggressive Finchpaw is in this moment. He hits harder than he usually does, it takes her a moment to notice due to the lack of claws but no he doesn't normally hit like that.

"Okay, no. Stop." She commands with an exasperated sigh. Bursts of wind in fitful gusts blow a chill through the air, though she's unsure if that's from the wind or from the tension brewing between the two. With a flick of her tail she stretches her hind legs and approaches the young tom, golden eyes squinting into something scrutinizing. "What's your problem? You don't normally hit like that." Was there a better approach she could have? Probably, however she doesn't like to rely on soft words or coddling when annoyed.

"I know I say try to picture an enemy but don't actually treat me like one."

~{ set before the RC V TC fight <33 @Finchpaw }~​

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[Finchpaw]

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☀︎˚｡⋆ The young tom didn't even attempt to hide his clear displeasure as he trudged behind his mentor with a scowl etched deeply upon his face. He made no sound other than the crunching of paws on thick snow, his gait uncharacteristically loud, as if he were trying to make as much noise as he could just for the sake of irritating the dull coated molly that tailed languidly in front of him.

He would spare no courtesy as they began their training, the moment Houndshade gave him the signal to proceed, he became a whirlwind of fury disguised as a determined apprentice. Whether or not this actually fooled his mentor, he cared little to none. His mind reeled with every blow struck, and his teeth bared with the intent of genuine violence. You think I'm weak. He battered his hefty paws against her ears. You think I'm incapable. He rolled beneath her, kicking his hind legs upwards to push her upwards and back, interrupting her balance. You think I'm a fool. Jumping forward, he would push her to the ground with the weight of his entire body- surprisingly hefty for one so small- and pin her to the icy ground. You don't think I'm good enough for this clan! Claws glinted in the pale light overhead as he struck Houndshade's exposed cheek, the snow beside them having been stained red with a gush of glittering blood.

The silence that followed was unimaginably heavy, the atmosphere so thick it was enough to suffocate them. Finchpaw's eyes would clear of their haze and his expression once contorted into something monstrous and ugly would slowly fall into one of horror and...regret. Scrambling off of her with ears plastered to his skull, his eyes would fix onto trembling paws, one of which were now stained with the blood of his mentor- his clanmate. His stomach twisted with guilt, and for a moment he thought he would surely be sick as the weight of what he had done truly began to sink in. ...Maybe she's right.

"What's your problem? You don't normally hit like that." They were on him now, their long strides causing the distance between them to disappear in a mere instant. "I know I say try to picture an enemy but don't actually treat me like one."

Finchpaw took a step back, his body crouching in on itself so that he suddenly seemed to be no bigger than a kit in the nursery. Perhaps it wasn't far off, considering he felt more like one with every second that passed. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It was an accident." His voice remained steady despite the clear terror in his eyes, sky-blue orbs piercing into Houndshade's own as if he might have been looking straight through them. This wouldn't have happened if he were still under his former mentor's training, but whether it was the fault of Finchpaw or Houndshade he couldn't answer.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IS IT OUTRAGEOUS FOR ME 𓆩✦𓆪 TO WANT TO LIVE DESPITE IT ALL? ──┐‎

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  FINCHPAW 🕊 he/him, apprentice of thunderclan, 8 moons.
  ⭃ chocolate/cinnamon chimera w/ high white.
  ⭃ mentored by houndshade, mate to none, mentoring none
  ⭃ peaceful, healing and minor combative powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by sloane ↛ @encarcerated on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Houndshade]

She fights to try and keep her tone neutral, slips of a monotone judgement peak through the cracks of her inflection. Where her tone fails her body language succeeds, body rigid but kept measured. Even if her cheek stung, even if this kid was doing his best at every waking moment today to upset her he was still a kid at the end of the day. One who looked terrified, try as she might (and she really tried) it's difficult to be annoyed at him. Boiling anger is reduced to a simmer, something small but still lurking, a dog barely chained. This doesn't halt her movements, determined to make him look at her, unsure of what she should really do in that situation but not wanting him to think it was okay at all.

Her muzzle scrunches as a trickle of blood beats from the scratch, it's not a searing pain rather than a throb. In the same way running into a tree as a young apprentice hurt, it will heal fine and she's somewhat sure of it. They bite back an exhale, keeping her fangs pressed lightly against her tongue in an attempt to ground herself. They never really thought about having to have a serious conversation like this, truthfully she's a little scared of having this kind of confrontation.

"I know" she finds herself unsure if she believes that. "Accidents happen, you're not in trouble Finchpaw" she didn't really feel the need to dish out some kind of punishment. What would that really achieve when it really seemed that he was punishing himself enough for both of them? "What's your problem, though? Something is clearly going on in your head" they don't dare break their eye contact with him.

She's not going to make an assumption here, Houndshade is willing to bet that it is somehow related to the tension that radiated from the apprentice ever since Sunningrocks. The question weighs her tongue down, jaw tensing as she tries to figure out how to ask him. "You've been weird ever since Sunningrocks, it sucks and I get that but you can't take it out on me."

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