pafp spores and charm // death

[skyclaw]

Skyclaw can feel it slipping. He cannot claim to know what the cats of the Clan are plotting around him, much less even think that it may be happening at all - but his control is diving from his claws. It's hiding beneath the leaf litter, dancing about him as if it is humorous to do so. His life has been threatened too-many times now, and yet it seems that his return threats, his actions - mean nothing to these cats. Can they not see that he means well? That without him, they would shrivel like worms in the hot sun? He's doing them a favor, borderline spilling his own cursed blood in order to help them thrive...!

It's a sick, twisted sense of retribution that drives him towards the grieving father. A tom who has seen his partner die, his children die and flee - a tom that has nothing left to live for. Rabbitnose. He slithers like a snake up alongside the tom's flank, erring to keep the mouse-length of space between them. Sunfreckle was a kittypet. Where do you lie? Sunfreckle, a friend of Howlingstar's, a tom he once idolized but has now become nothing but a stain of a memory. A stain in their home, with the misfortune he breached.

"It's quieter now," he posits, though he makes no effort to appear as if this circumstance is coincidental. Amber eyes float about the forest before landing on the blue tom, narrowing, "Without your kin, at least. It seems kittypets tend to have louder voices, do they not?" He's poking the bear, and he's perfectly happy to do so. "Mousenose certainly did."
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[Rabbitnose]

What did he do to deserve being out in the forest alone with Skyclaw? He can't focus on anything other than watching his back. What's he up to now, as he slithers up beside him, making his pelt prickle in unease and disgust, as if a horrible, filthy swampy mud beast just touched him instead.

How did Skyclaw become this way? How did Littlewolf and Blazestar, two of the kindest cats in the forest, concieve a child so evil? He can't imagine what they're thinking in Starclan. If he were in Littlewolf's paws, he thinks he would be horrified if one of his kits became this way.

Skyclaw opens his mouth to speak of quiet. To dare to mention his kin and their blood. Blood boils and fur bristles as he dares to mention Mousenose.

"Well, you're pretty loud, so I guess you're right about that." Rabbitnose says flatly, taking the opportunity to remind him of his own heritage. Thats what confuses him. He's got kittypet blood and yet....He's done all of this. Is he just insecure? "Mousenose may have been loud, but at least she never tried to poison or kill her clanmates so I think she turned out pretty well." He continues, glaring coldly through narrowed eyes.​

 

[skyclaw]

The cats around him always seem to point out his hypocrisy, as if it chips away at his enjoyment. And admittedly, it does. ThunderClan should see that he's doing what he can to assuage his sin of existing. He does what he can to make up for his mother and father's mistakes - he loves his mother, could not care less about his father, and though he doesn't think his actions would be well received by either of them, he knows that it's the correct way. His tail lashes as he posits a simple, "I am right," in response.

"She turned out well, alright," he continues, nose now wrinkled and muzzle twisted into an ugly snarl. "She's no more than carrion in whatever shallow grave your kin conjured up, now. Maybe the deer and wolves will come back, just to dig up her corpse. A feast, they'd have, Rabbitnose. A feast." Swing first, old man, he begs in silence, claws arching into the ground.​

 

[Rabbitnose]

Something dark and vile bubbles up inside his heart as Skyclaw speaks again. It's suffocating, he's unable to ignore it. The burning anger and hatred makes him feel hotter than a raging fire, one that his tears are unable to quench. Skyclaw speaks with words sharper than any wolf's teeth and coated in venom from the most vile of snakes. Rabbitnose bares his teeth and unsheathes his claws.

How dare he.

He cannot stand here and take this disrespect to his daughter any longer. To him. His family.

He turns on Skyclaw, blinded by his anger. "You shut your RANCID MOUTH!!" He shouts, lifting a paw to send his claws raking across Skyclaw's snout. "YOU'RE AS VILE AS THE ROGUES THAT TOOK THE FOREST. YOU MAY AS WELL BE ONE, WITH EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE!" He yowls, bristling. He's sealed his fate now, he knows. But at least he stood up for his family. Thunderclan will eradicate Skyclaw and his rogues just as they did the ones who invaded that dark leafbare. He has faith in Flamewhisker. Whatever happens to him now is up to fate to decide.​

 

[skyclaw]

There. There it is. Claws score his muzzle, split the skin of his nose with ease, and the frown that had cemented itself to Skyclaw's face melts into an eerie grin. The stinging pain of his new wound only serves as a final statement from the blue and white tom - as his voice ravages the forest, shaking the very trees free from their leaves, Skyclaw only stares in smug silence.

It's not fair, is it? He does not ask, not as he launches forward, claws unsheathed to crash into the shoulders of the grieving tom. It's never fair, he doesn't muse. Instead, he shakes a speck of his own blood onto the whites of the tom pinned beneath him, his tongue lacing his stained teeth. "Seems there's much to be done still," he says, simply. And without another word to Rabbitnose, he dives downwards. His teeth grip the other's throat, just has he's done too many times before, and holds. He holds if Rabbitnose scrapes his underside, he holds if Rabbitnose scores his face again. Blood pours from the empty spaces between them and he only grips tighter, waiting for the warrior to fade from his body. Only then, does he let go.

"Much to be done, indeed," he says, stepping away from the corpse.​

 

[Rabbitnose]

Had he not been overwhelmed with grief and despair, perhaps he could have put up a better fight. Even as his heart cried out for him to take this chance to end Skyclaw, he simply didn't have the strength. Moons of grief, sorrow, and soul crushing depression have left him weakened. On top of that, his best skills were hunting and tracking. It's what he was named for, after all.

Yet even as Skyclaw rammed into him, pinned him to the ground, he still sought to fight. Kicking and Skyclaw's underbelly, clawing any flesh his claws latched onto even as teeth closed on his throat. That smug grin is what fueled his spite, the spite that kept him kicking for as long as he could. But spite can only carry you so far in these instances.

He gives Skyclaw a strained, smug grin as he glares at him.

"At least I will be....Embraced by my family.... In Starclan. Will you?" He musters, before one final choke. One final struggle before the light starts fading from his eyes. His last thoughts were of regret and sorrow, regret for losing his cool, sorrow for knowing his remaining kits will come back to him dead, And... Failure, for now he will not be there for Flamewhisker when the time comes to free Thunderclan from this tyrant. But he has faith in her. Even without him, they'll prevail. He only hopes his kits will be okay. His sisters, though he's more concerned about Badgerstrike. Sweetybee isn't violent by nature and likely wont hear about this until later, but Badgerstrike will likely cause a bloodbath. He just hopes she can hold it in a little longer. He doesn't want to see her in Starclan yet.

But it's his kits that have his final thoughts. His family has struggled with loss their whole lives, and now he is adding on to the pain. Just the thought of them coming home to his dead body crushes his heart and makes him regret his outburst. But what's done is done.... And with one last breath, Rabbitnose is gone.


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[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- thunderclan had become a nightmare overnight. it was like one of the ones where he knows it's a nightmare, but can't escape it. nothing he does helps. he simply is left to be... here. to witness the horrors of what's become. he quietly prays every single night to the stars, hoping that maybe they're coming up with some sort of plan to save them. he doesn't want skyclaw or his followers dead, or hurting. he just wants them to stop. he wants them to realize that this isn't the path they're meant to pave. but... then again. maybe it is. maybe this was what the stars had planned for them. he wishes it wasn't.

as he hops unevenly out of the medicine cat den, aiming to just fetch prey for the other residences, he finds himself staring. skyclaw is no where in sight, but there is something. a body. an unmoving one. a warrior. a clanmate. a friend. gone. the stars have taken him before anyone can help. before anyone can try and save him. that feeling returns and he only uses it to go further forward.

"...rabbitnose?"

his brows furrow as he leans down to gently touch against his body. it's still warm.

"i... hope that the stars treat you kinder, rabbitnose. you deserve that. sleep well."

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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