pafp The smell of blood // Spar

[Dwindlingpaw]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ How she hasn't been killed yet was alarming. It was strange, not that that was her intention or anything. Contrary to popular belief, Dwindlingpaw wasn't naive; ever since the incident with Mottledpaw, she could sense his lingering gaze. Something's up. She had been training with her Bluestride when Skyclaw approached them.

With a snarl, Dwindlingpaw glared up at the bicolored cat. How dare he show his face while she was training? Even after he whisked her away to spare with Wrathpaw, the beating in her chest prevented her from speaking her mind to him. She stomped her paws the entire way, grumbling. In the back of her mind, she could hear her siblings' anxious voices pleading with her to keep out of trouble, but this time, trouble found her.

When she faced Wrathpaw, she didn't try to hide how disgusted she was. In a way she was glad it was him she was sparring with. Ever since he started hanging around Glowingpaw, acting as though he deserved her kindness, she's been intending to cuff his ears. Taking on Skyclaw in fight was unthinkable, but this bug? Crushing him would not be hard. Dwindlingpaw was wrapped in the familiar comfort of hatred like rain, so much so that she was no longer worried.

She'll show him, and everyone else that she is not to be messed with. Maybe then she'll finally be left alone. 'Get ready' Dwindlingpaw crouched low with her tail ridged and ears pinned back. Her piercing gaze looking at Wrathpaw as though he were just a mouse in front of her. ‘Go!’ Dwindlingpaw lunged forward, aiming to wind him and send them both tumbling to the ground.

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• ooc: — it's weird not to have her talk, but she's dead serious right now lol! @WRATHPAW please wait for them
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  Dwindlingpaw— She/Her ･ Thunderclan Apprentice･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  ☀︎ A fluffy (LH) flame point cat with low white and has blue eyes
  ☀︎ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon​

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[WRATHPAW.]

*+:｡.｡ Wrathpaw dislikes only a small list of cats - almost all of whom are kitty-pets. Dwindlingpaw, however, has a special place in his heart reserved only for those he wishes to never share it with. Despite her name, Dwindlingpaw absolutely burned the world around her. Despite her small size and lack of experience, she seemed relentless in her need to carve a space for herself wherever she could. No, not just carve, she burned. Her tongue licked flame and spat cinders, threatening all those around her without care or thought. The amount of needless conflicts that sprung up because she couldn't keep her mouth shut was almost impressive if it wasn't endlessly irritating.
Her audacity, her senseless boldness, her reckless desire to bite all those who dared approach, even to feed her...Starclan above, he thought he might actually hate the girl before him.

Her expression mirrored his own, but seeing it on her face made it no less easier to bear. How it could be that she shared the same blood as Glowingpaw was beyond him, but he supposes every family has a bad apple (take a quick guess who's that in Wrathpaw's family). Although his paws don't feel any less heavy at the prospect of attacking a clan-mate, even in a spar, he finds he's grown warm to the idea of releasing some of his pent-up frustrations upon the girl so ruthless in her criticisms of him. She understands nothing. So maybe it's time he taught her a thing or two.

In truth, for all his rage, Wrathpaw remains hesitant still to give his all. Or perhaps that's the excuse he's going with for while her lunge was so effective. For her size, she's exceptionally fast, and before he has the time to even gasp he's already on the ground. He gasps for air only for a moment, before clenching his teeth again the pain. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he aims to keep her secure long enough for him to batter her belly with strong kicks. Even though he lacks a hind leg, his pummeling is not to be trifled with, if it succeeds anyway.

"Rushing head first into everything - do you ever think things through!?" he spits, aiming to box her ears in hopes of getting her off him. She may have knocked him down, but that doesn't give her all the advantage.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 7/9/24

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  GENERAL:
  ♡ Wrathpaw
  ♡ DMAB— He/Him
  ♡ 10 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ♡ Brother to Lovelight, Joywing, Laughblossom || Pridepaw, Merrypaw
  ♡ Thunderclan — apprentice
  ♡ Mentored by Wildheart
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♡Physically mediocre | mentally very easy
  ♡ Attack in bold #4a59ff
  injuries: None currently , mentally unwell
  "SPEECH"
  

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[Dwindlingpaw]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ The size difference alone should have been a hint that the spar wouldn't be in Dwindlingpaw's favor. Despite her facade of long, creamy fur, which made her appear bigger, it still held her small body underneath. The young apprentice was diligent in her training, but there was only so much she could learn from a moon's worth of training. But her pride fanned her inner flame making her feel bigger, stronger, fearsome.

Wrathpaw was truly the sneakiest of Skyclaw's monsters. The older apprentice was just a cunning beast, but she isn't a fool, he's slipped up too many times. One moment, he acts compassionately, using words filled with worry to push the image that he cares for others. The next thing you know, he's going around spilling hateful kittypet bile like he has any right to speak. Then he helps kill Howlingstar. Who else died by his paws? Wrathpaw is no Clanmate of hers; none of the monsters were; they don't deserve to be called Thunderclan cats.

The monster wouldn't let go! Unleashing relentless kicks to her stomach than head. Wrathpaw's vile words rush into her ears, and Dwindlingpaw screeches in frustration. " Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" He was just a bug—a stupid little bug! Dwindlingpaw unsheathed her claws, swiping at Wrathpaw's chest and thrashing away.

The young cream and red apprentice backed up and out of reach. Her right paw felt wet and she rubbed it on the ground, but the feeling remained. Icy eyes looked down, annoyed then furrowed her brows. She was no stranger to the color red, the color coated many parts of her body. But this was not her red. Small white claws were on full display in her left red paw; the other side was almost mirrored, just that instead of white, the claws were dusted disgusting ruby red. The most sickening copper red was smeared on the dirt underneath. The same kind of red that lays underneath Highrock. Dwindlingpaw's mouth dropped open slowly looking for the source only to find the most brightest shade of red on Wrathpaw's chest.

It was as though she'd been thrown in the river, feeling as though she couldn't breathe. Her breath came in short bursts. The only thing she could feel was the wet sensation coating her paw, unable to break her eyes away from the blood on gray fur.

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• ooc: — It's a small cut but Dwindling is having a little panic attack about it. Final edit.
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  Dwindlingpaw— She/Her ･ Thunderclan Apprentice･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  ☀︎ A fluffy (LH) flame point cat with low white and has blue eyes
  
  ☀︎ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon​

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[WRATHPAW.]

*+:｡.｡ It's always a single moment.
Take as much time as you wish, it'll never be enough. You can plan for every counter move and every reaction; wince ahead of time for the blow you're sure will come. Plan to dodge it if you're truly so confident. But always, without fail, something goes wrong. Perhaps the one thing Wrathpaw should always expect is the unexpected, but the boy will continue his foolish belief that this time he's sure he can predict fate's next chaotic swing.

Today will not be that day.

Like a disturbed hornet's nest - unrelenting and sharp - Dwindlingpaw's screeching makes his ears sting. "Stop it!" he shouts back, trying and failing to drown out her squeals. Starclan, what was she, a kit? He wants to say an ever-kit, but a sudden blossom of heat in his chest interrupts his attempt. Comparing her to a furious stinging insect suddenly makes more sense than ever.

She's off him, but the pain doesn't receed with her. Rolling onto his stomach and leaping back to his feet, he winces at the pain above his heart. Lifting a paw to swipe at it, he finds his pink pad coming away red. Truthfully, he's more offended than agonized. Dwindlingpaw may have drawn blood, but the girl would not be leaving a scar. Even so, the older boy scowled fiercely. "Dwindlingpaw you ever-kit! Claws were meant to be sheathed!" he snaps, looking up from his paw to the spoiled brat that caused his new wound.

He expected her to huff and puff in denial of her crime. Say 'you deserve it!' or something equally as hypocritical. He expected her to point and jeer, laughing at how sensitive he is for a killer. Stars, he even held room in his belief for a strained apology, pulled through gritted teeth or maybe a smug smile.

What he didn't expect was...

"Hey uh - hey" he fumbles, irritation bleeding from him like the new ribbons in his chest. Ears flat against his swinging head, he searches for someone - anyone - to step in and comfort the girl suddenly struggling to breathe. When no one's quick enough, Wrathpaw would lower his head, taking on a non-threatening stance.

Reminded by how utterly out of place he is in this moment by his layer upon layer of newfound discomfort, Wrathpaw is left frozen in place. Even if he wishes to, could he help?

He doesn't doubt he's the last cat Dwindlingpaw wants assistance from. Would attempting to offer only make things worse?

Still, he can't just...Gentlestorm suddenly fills his vision, the medicine's prediction of his future filling his thoughts with the void of a starless night. His paws feel all at once terribly cold. These same paws that, for all his longing to reach out to those around him, are still soaked in more blood than Dwindlingpaw's could ever be.

"It's alright, Dwindlingpaw, I'm - you didn't do anything, it's just superficial blood, look - look it's already gone" he quickly swipes his tongue over his chest, cleaning it of red. Taking a few steps away, his eyes lock onto her paws before glancing back up to her face, "Bad - uh - bad timing, I get it, but close your eyes, alright? Take deep breaths" he thinks about Antlerbreeze suddenly and quickly latches onto the more positively associated member of Dwindlingpaw's clan, "Do what Antlerbreeze does - y'know those uh, those timed breaths of hers? In for a pawful, out for...less? More?" Starclan, he was doing a horrible job at helping. Inching further away still, he plans on grabbing Gentlestorm as soon as Dwindlingpaw stops looking like she's about to pass out.

However he prefers someone do either job for him so he can focus on giving her the space she needs.


As much as he detests the girl before him, he doesn't wish the pain of a strained breath on anyone. Especially not someone so undeserving as Dwindlingpaw. He drops his gaze onto his paws and thinks, not for the first time, what this situation - what their relationship as clanmates - would've been like if he hadn't...He closes his eyes and banishes the thought.
There's no use in it.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 7/9/24

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  GENERAL:
  ♡ Wrathpaw
  ♡ DMAB— He/Him
  ♡ 10 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ♡ Brother to Lovelight, Joywing, Laughblossom || Pridepaw, Merrypaw
  ♡ Thunderclan — apprentice
  ♡ Mentored by Wildheart
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♡Physically mediocre | mentally very easy
  ♡ Attack in bold #4a59ff
  injuries: None currently , mentally unwell
  "SPEECH"
  

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