private SUPERFAST JELLYFISH \ doompaw

[MALLOWLARK]

Oh, there were dangers lurking everywhere. The pine forest was void of thick undergrowth, but adders seemed to have skin painted especially to blend in with the muck and sneak toward a striking-destination. But snakes were poor judges of character- this one had not realised how good he was at listening to what the earth was telling him, and had died for the mistake. It was a cruel world... but its corpse deserved a bit of fun, didn't it? Or punishment, depending on which way you looked at it...

Snakes and their venom seemed a crafted antithesis to everything Mallowlark appreciated about death- its order, its inevitability, is deservedness. Poison thrown into the mix was a sin of the snake's fangs, cutting off life before it had truly ended... and as he pondered the prospect, he examined the thing with seldom-narrowed eyes. It was quite ungainly, wasn't it? Its body hung in an odd way... it was surely a task to drag itself along the floor...

He placed it on the needle-strewn ground, examining it as if he would find some minute detail. Really, he was simply working out what the best way to hold it would be... and was so absorbed in the task that he did not notice the approaching paw steps of an apprentice.

\ @DOOMPAW ​

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[DOOMPAW]

Though Doompaw finds Dawnglare amusingly silly, he can’t help but be captivated by the strangeness of his mate. Mallowlark shares the medicine cat’s nest, messy and ill-organized as it is, and Doompaw has seen firsthand his collection. Odd things, bits of bone shard, pieces of carcass bleached by the sun. He’s always smiling—it’s stretched wide across his face, unnervingly so, almost tight enough to break the rest of his visage. And his laugh! He laughs at everything! When Doompaw spots his blinding white pelt through the pines, he bounds closer, abandoning Twitchbolt (he’ll likely get admonished for this later, but what does he care?)

“What’s that?” He breathes, excitement hot in his breath. The mostly-white tom bends beside Mallowlark, extending a dusty paw to poke at the adder’s body. It’s both firm and squishy, both frail and tough-built. Doompaw’s eyes gleam as he turns to the warrior beside him. “It’s dead, huh? What were you gonna do with it? Can we play with it?”

✧ INFO.

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  — doomguy . doomkit . doompaw
  — afab, he/him, apprentice of skyclan
  — unknown sexuality ; single
  — short-haired blue tortoiseshell with white and green eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette

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[MALLOWLARK]

Company, but not company he'd had before- Mallowlark fixed his vision on Doompaw as fast as a viper-strike, a whirling whip of movement. Didn't he have a mentor? That twitchy nervous one, oh- maybe he'd taken the day off to avoid exploding from so much shaking. Whatever the answer was, he greeted Doompaw with a grin as wide and unmoving as ever, stare intense as he met the apprentice's curious glint of green.

A laugh burst from him as Doompaw poked the snake-corpse; at last, someone else who acted upon those curiosities! Had he been in the same paws, Mallowlark knew he wouldn't be able to resist prodding at it either. "Can't eat it. One of the worst things I've ever ta-hah-tasted," giggled the domino-pelted tom, imparting wisdom upon the young one. Though he often advocated for doing as you liked, some actions were rather unwise! And biting into the metallic flesh of a snake... that was one such action. Can we play with it? Eagerly nodding, Mallowlark relayed his idea; "I was just gonna see how far I could throw it!"

He tilted his head, studying the corpse- before star-silver eyes burst moon-wide in an idea. As sudden as a bone-break, he fixed his vision upon Doompaw. "You wanna give it a go first?" It was a weird corpse, harder to throw than a mouse or a bird-skull... he'd like to see a unique technique! ​

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[DOOMPAW]

Mallowlark shakes with laughter, though Doompaw does not think he said anything funny. Whereas a normal cat might have begun to regard the big white warrior with some trepidation, Doompaw only grins up at him. “You’ve eaten snake? Yuck! S’it taste like poison?” He supposes he doesn’t know what poison tastes like… but he can only imagine it tastes bad, yucky like the mousebile used to clear ticks from a cat’s pelt.

Mallowlark exclaims that he was going to see how far he could throw the skeleton. Doompaw’s eyes glow like little green moons. “Wow, really? And you wanna let me go first? I’ll do it!” He hops in place, all four paws landing at one. In one deft swipe, he grips it by it’s middle first and begins to run in half-circles.

“Ready… set… THROW!” He shakes his head like a dog worrying a legbone, parting his jaws so that the snake corpse can land a foxlength away from them. He hisses his frustration. “That one didn’t count! Let me try again!”

ooc ✧ 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘, 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘

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  — doomguy . doomkit . doompaw
  — afab, he/him, apprentice of skyclan
  — unknown sexuality ; single
  — short-haired blue tortoiseshell with white and green eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Oliver

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[MALLOWLARK]

Tastes like poison- he laughed again, a bit more than he should have, spurred by the notion he might know what poison tasted like. What idiot would know that for certain? A dead one, definitely... cats who bit into venom had death's embrace deservedly galloping toward them. "Dunno," he shrugged through laughs, "But it's probably pretty close..." Unless poison had some sort of sweetness to it... maybe it was possible. Bees stung poison, and yet made honey, didn't they?

He'd never pretend to know what nature was all about- his mate would be best to ask about that sort of thing, better-versed in the workings of the world than he. Dawnglare was the one who taught him to listen to the earth, after all...

Doompaw's excitement was contagious, and Mallowlark found himself bouncing in place from the anticipation, head bobbing eagerly. He'd no idea how this guy had so much energy- it's run him ragged eventually, surely! Bouncing off the walls, scooping up the snake in an arcing motion, hurling it with neck-snapping might- with the vigour of such an action, Mallowlark had been expecting it to go a little bit further. His grin split to let forth a sharp cackle as the apprentice declared he deserved another go.

"Since it's your first ti-hah-time," he murmured, feigning reluctance- though he wasn't very good at it, excitement flowing from him like claret. "Mmmaybe you wanna... throw it by the tail." A giggle danced at the end of his tone as he said it. "Might look a bit- bit funnier, even if it doesn't go as far..." ​

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[DOOMPAW]

Doompaw’s frown is replaced by giddiness as Mallowlark reluctantly lets him try his throw again. He even offers a bit of advice—“Maybe you wanna… throw it by the tail.” Doompaw’s brow furrows, green eyes flicking back to where the snake is coiled on the pine needles. He shrugs. “Alright!”

The pale apprentice streaks back over to where the skeleton lays, calculating. Almost gingerly, he picks the snake up by the very tip of it’s tail, noting how much looser the body feels in his jaws. More fluid—liquid. Let’s see here… Doompaw hops once, and the snake skeleton bumps against the ground, head-first. He backs up, giving Mallowlark a determined look, and begins to spin. Dirt and bits of needle fly from his fast-moving paws, until he lets go of the corpse at the last minute. It flings way high, past Mallowlark’s head, and drapes over a low-hanging tree branch.

When Doompaw looks back at Mallowlark, his eyes glow with excitement. “You were right! Throwing it by the tail is much better!” He hops again, pride making his fur fluff out. “Okay, now it’s your turn. See if you can beat that!”

ooc ✧ 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘, 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘

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  — doomguy . doomkit . doompaw
  — afab, he/him, apprentice of skyclan
  — unknown sexuality ; single
  — short-haired blue tortoiseshell with white and green eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Oliver

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[MALLOWLARK]

How infectious could excitement get? It could rival that green-cough epidemic that'd almost taken him out last leaf-bare. And- was this what having an apprentice was like? Seeing them listen to instructions, take your advice and try it out for themselves? Sure, this wasn't exactly the same... but it was probably something like this.

Giddy, Mallowlark watched as Doompaw spun the snake around, around, around- it was an impressive sight, the speed that the patchwork tom was beginning to pick up, debris vortexing around his paws. And- there, it sailed lie a bird! Split from determined jaws, and a peal of celebratory laughter burst from Mallowlark's chest as it sailed effortlessly before meeting its end at the hands of a tree branch. You were right, said Doompaw, and Mallowlark laughed again. He was a professional, after all! But for a rookie, Doompaw wasn't bad at all.

"Love the spinning technique. I've gotta give that a go sometime..." he pondered aloud, striding over to the tree and hooking his claws in the trunk to pluck the snake from the branch. He glanced back to Doompaw, gripping the snake by its tapered tail. Instead of spinning as the apprentice had, Mallowlark crouched backward as if he was pulling something. Jerking his head sideways, a little too sideways- it was with a bone-snap-quick motion that he flung his skull back forward, parting his fangs.

The snake flew and flew, sailing through a gap in the trees. It thunked against a pine trunk several fox-lengths away and met the end of its journey, but had not reached nearly the height of Doompaw's throw. Amazed eyes of silver settled back upon the apprentice, unblinking. "Yours went up, mine went forward..." he observed, throwing his weight from side to side in fidgeting wonder. ​

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