pafp the sins of the father || glaring

[adderpaw]

Adderkit had never known her father, and had little interest in doing so. Mama had told her and her siblings about him, but she didn't particularly care. He had abandoned all four of them. He was still a member of SkyClan, he could have stepped up. There was nothing stopping him, and yet he continued to ignore them. So she didn't care. Mama told all these stories about him being a great warrior; Adder didn't believe any of them. A warrior as good as the one in mama's stories would've been a good father.

She had only seen him around camp a few times. The familial relation had, unfortunately, been immediately obvious to Adderkit. Even if she hadn't known who her father was, she likely would've guessed it was him, especially by the way he seemed to avoid her and her siblings.

Today, she's sitting in camp with her little family, watching the rest of the clan exist. Cat watching had been one of her favorite activities ever since she was allowed out of the nursery. She doesn't see the moment he appears in camp, either from the warrior den or the camp entrance, but the moment she spots him, her face immediately turns into a glare. How dare he just exist as if he isn't a father to three kits. How is he able to just ignore them? Truly, he was the worst warrior in the clan. All of mama's stories had to be lies. There was no way this idiot with a stupid bug name was some great warrior.

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[CHRYSALISWING]

Chrysaliswing had been avoiding the nursery for quite some time now, daring not to even settle a misfit gaze into its maw for too long, as though glare of cold steel had been returned by the abyss of the den's gloom. There was little for him there, aside from the problems that he had cast aside as though they did not burden him every day, did not dig into his fragile skin as iron prongs. The warrior distracted a fleeting mind with the thrill of the hunt, sinking nettle-sharp teeth into the necks of prey a welcome yet momentary break in the drivel. Arriving from the camp's entrance with a rather plump squirrel in tow, Chrysaliswing departed from the crowd of his hunting patrol, breaking away quickly to get to the fresh-kill pile and out again. He had been minding his business until pinpricks of heat settled into his sulfuric pelt, like a warmth sweltering into blisters of daylight, the sort that summertide proved no shortage of. He stopped once he found Adderkit simply... staring at him? What did she want with him? That's your daughter. Flittering voice within him resounded, quiet hum of the darkness that rustled within him. He stepped backwards a little, just in case he had accidentally been blocking her field of vision with his obtrusive body. And yet, his daughter's gaze surely trailed towards him, like torrid twin suns that afforded him little solace from its swelters. Glancing around the camp, it was unclear to him whether he should go up to Adderkit or just ignore her. So, trapped in his own prison of indecision, he just stood statuesque in the middle of camp.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 26 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[falcongaze]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Falcongaze was admittedly not well versed with the nursery. He didn't have a superb reason to be around it, beyond keeping an eye on a stray kit when they toddled too close to the entrance, beyond dropping prey off for hungry queens and the older kits. He supposes, perhaps, if he was going to get an apprentice any time soon he should have been making at least acquaintances with them, but.. too much had been happening.

A soft breath left him as he stepped in from the hunting patrol with Chrysaliswing. He carried two birds, a lucky catch, in his muzzle. Dropping them off near the freshkill pile himself, his ears twitched as the other warrior stopped. Dead-stopped stopped, beyond an awkward step backwards. Falcongaze shifted his attention to him, stepping closer. "What, did you step on a thorn?" He asked, gaze casting wide. And what he was named for fell upon Adderkit.

Slowly did his ears perk. No, Falcongaze did not know, but had an inkling. He pushed that gut-feeling aside, vision turning towards the warrior again. "You say something to her?" He questioned- he knew Chrysaliswing wasn't the nicest on the forefront, and was simply wondering aloud if he had said something... well, mean, to one of the kits.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ILL SEE YOU WHEN ⋅❁⋅ THE WRATH COMES AROUND ──┐‎

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• FALCONGAZE 🌧 he/him, warrior of skyclan, fifteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate lynx point with deep blue eyes, and a long scar on his left cheek down under his jawline. pushes his 'hair' back. very long legged, half oriental moggie.
  ⭃ previously mentored by greeneyes / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / brother to spottedpaw and sagepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SANGRIAPAW]

✧ Normally, Sangriapaw isn’t the most observant cat. Her parents had stopped being mates and she didn’t even notice for a whole month, after all. But since she’s started her training with Johnnyflame, the girl has been trying to keep her attention on everything that’s around her. That’s how she notices the way Chrysaliswing suddenly stops completely, looking like he’s frozen in his pawsteps. Bright green eyes trace his gaze to the kit, whose icy stare could shatter glass.

She wastes no time at all trotting over to Adderkit, eyes wide as she crouches beside the younger SkyClanner. "You don’t like him?" The question is asked in a whisper, soft enough for (hopefully) only the little tortoiseshell kit to hear her. She doesn’t quite know why Adderkit looks like she’s just licked one of those super-sour yellow fruits, but from the way the glare is directed at Chrysaliswing, it’s clear that the warrior must have done something bad. But it’s rare that he isn’t doing something bad, she thinks. “’s alright. He stinks, anyway. You don’t wanna be ’round him." Sangriapaw definitely doesn’t like being around him, that’s for sure. She doesn’t know how Falcongaze can stand even talking to the grouchy tortoiseshell tom.

✧ gliding down the rainbow

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  SANGRIAPAW ❯❯ she/her, daylight apprentice of skyclan
  ⭃ cinnamon torbie with white spotting and vibrant leaf-green eyes. bold, bright, and curious.
  ⭃ daughter of fantastream & figfeather ; sister to coffeepaw
  ⭃ mentored by johnnyflame
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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