THE SIRENS GROW AND GROW ⛧ PRIVETFROST

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　He treads the moorlands on wary paws, eyes darting about the grass-stalks. Flighty as a rabbit, his heart hammers and his ears perk up. He's alone. He's getting old enough now to try hunting all on his lonesome. Teeth sink into his lip in a mixture of worry and guilt. Despite everything, Vulturepaw still hates lying.

It'll be worth it, though, to apologize. She scours the moors for a familiar scent and nearly catches it. Dusty earth, the mark of the shrublands. "Gravelpaw...?" they breathe, hopeful. Except - no, it seems different this time. That figure she glances through the grass-stalks is far too shadowy, and her fearful heart rises to her throat. "Um. Who's - who's th-there?" he breathes in a warble, backing away. Tiny, trembling claws unsheathe, more bluff than threat. He'll run if he has to.

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[PRIVETFROST]

"Traitor." Came the thorny yet paradoxically smooth intonation of a cat so unlike Vulturepaw's friend, like his voice awoke from the bowels of his growing gullet, for the magpie-coated tomcat never swallowed his anger and allowed it to germinate within his soils. He was quite vocal about his disgust, and he never allowed a taste to linger in pensive maw, instead weaving it into wire-born words. The young warrior had set foot foxlengths from Windclan's border quite a few times, enough for it to phase out of being a bragging right and more of an act fraught in starving animal's desperation. It seemed that the moorlands were booned in prey animals, squirming around between the taut earth and restless wheat stalks. Where Vulturepaw sought his friend, only a beast of tar dripping slow upon the ground arose. Privetfrost appeared from behind a patch of sawgrass, fern-green eyes glittering like dewdrops between curtains of shadowy copse, a space thirsting for little hopes that he did not provide. Hunger had only sharpened his jaded gaze, and detecting a familiar tabby adolescent did not do any favors for his countenance angled in unkind gloaming. Despite being much larger than he remembered, Privetfrost still saw Vulturepaw as that moon-eyed kitten in Duskclan, as though he were just a matted mess of a coppice. Something ungraceful, unrefined, and ultimately useless to him. Still, the fact that the young feline could find salvation in the enemy was enough to allow a scornful stare to sear through his gloom-laden features. "Do you think you are safe in Windclan?"

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ⋆ ˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ☽ ◯ ☾ ₊ ‧ ⁺ ˖ ⋆ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• SORRY FOR THE LATENESS !
  
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  PRIVETFROST & HE/HIM & 11 MOONS
  —— Warrior of Duskclan / Formerly mentored by Rumblerain
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight. He has fern-green eyes.
  —— Cool, calculating, and much too mature for such a young age. Enamored with the life of a warrior and burdened by the expectations of his people. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　From the shifting grasses comes forth a cat with serpentine eyes, voice a low and melodic hiss. Their heart leaps into their throat as the stalking form of the tar-striped tom comes into view. They had nearly fogotten that danger lurks beyond the borders, too focused on the cloying guilt and the memory of excitement in Gravelpaw's eyes.

Dark paws stumble backwards across the soft earth in her haste to get away. "Privetpaw," she breathes, a shaky greeting in return for his accusation. The single hissed word rings far too true, and not only for DuskClan. A snake's traitorous whisper in his ear: Do you feel safe in WindClan? "Um." He flounders, eyes darting away.

A lie is the first thing to come to his tongue, but he bites it back. He need not pretend that all is right and comfortable in his home, not in front of Privetpaw. In fact... Maybe honesty will save him the DuskClanner's claws, soften the blow of their betrayal. "I d-d-d... I d-don't know," he admits hoarsely. It's far too vulnerable for this cat who comes with bared teeth, feels far too much like showing his belly. He tries not to fear it; deference in the face of a predator can be effective too. "I - I thought so, but..." He lets himself trail off, mind working quickly. He doesn't want to admit any more than that, each word like pulled teeth and blood splayed out for the hungry ears of the enemy. He takes another step back, and does not run. He will not give Privetpaw something to chase.

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / any, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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