private The weak and weary will never survive ✦ Privetfrost

[Mizzlepaw]

He didn't really understand what he's supposed to be doing, why Mizzlepaw was different to Mizzlekit. Rumblerain had been dutiful in explaining but it rolled off his brain just as quickly as it entered. The daydreamer tried to not be disrespectful, they already seemed so sad with that glint in their eye (he assumes that's common for all parents to have). So he didn't want to contribute to this, instead taking the little information that they actually remembered and running with it.

He has to spend more time with Privetfrost right? The tom had been whisked away right after the meeting had been called to an end. The black and white cat had barely been able to say goodbye to Ari or Ra- Ru-... Rumbledrop? The names were confusing, why couldn't they just have a super easy name like Ari. To be honest he couldn't help but frown, however this was supposed to add to his adventure! He gets to train! That's totally something his momma is going to want to hear about when they come here.

Tail swishes as his head is both metaphorically and as literally as possible in the clouds. "Mm? What did you say?" he tilts his head with a dreamy smile, ignoring what he had been told. "Can we do cool stuff!?" he shouts in a yip, as if a twolegplace light had illuminated his mind.

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• MIZZLEPAW ✦ he/him, DuskClan apprentice.
  ✧ A small scrap of white and black fur with tireless energy.
  ✧ Son of Edenberry and Rumblerain || Brother to Berrypaw
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ speech is #dbcbed
  ✧ penned by Juice || ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[PRIVETFROST]

Privetfrost found himself in charge of the next generation of Duskclan. Where pride should have bloomed between his seams, there lie only a prickling annoyance that blistered at his wounds, like walking through brambles moreso than tending to a brittle-leaved garden. It was, perhaps, his own youth that granted him the bull-headedness to not enjoy what he liked to glorified babysitting for a child that was not his. Nevertheless, the young warrior commanded respect from those that surrounded him, and he would demand the same of the naive child. "Hasten your feet. A good warrior and hunter hardly dawdles." The magpie-coated warrior grumbled, but it was as if Mizzlepaw cast away any slight of displeasure that could even cross his mind, never bothering to even listen to his newly-appointed mentor's words. Weaving through the labyrinthine limbs of the scrublands, the white-tipped feline walked as though he almost aimed to lose Mizzlepaw within the grand scheme of the winding waysides. When he felt that the boy had at least shed away a little of that irritatingly-bright elation, like a light that bounced and rolled around in a hollowed skull, he started again. "We are going to fight." Privetfrost plainly stated to the bubbly tomcat, with an exasperated intonation like a festering sore, of which his apparent frustration flowered out of the gaping hole. He stopped in his tracks, with fern-green gaze trained right at the other's countenance still stained in kit-fuzz. A snort escaped his maw, staring the scrap of snow-and-sable up and down, as though attempting to glean some semblance of potential from the stringy sinews and sprightly flesh. "Have you ever been taught to kill? If not, then you must listen closely. You are already behind your peers, who have learned to fend for themselves the moment they could open their eyes and cry out."

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

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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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[Mizzlepaw]

There's a demand to be quick, at least that's what he thought Privetfrost was saying? He spoke in long words, honestly Mizzlepaw felt smarter just hearing him talk. He liked the tom! In his opinion he thought the older tom to be very wise, maybe he can learn to have an impressive vocabulary as well and impress his momma and aunts when he saw them next. Long ago were the days of gr-ass, now are the days hasten and dawdle. So wrapped up in these thoughts and admiration that he hadn't registered the fact that the magpie warrior was grumbling. There's a spring in his steps as he trots after the warrior, craning his head up to look at him after one last look to where his sister and parent were. The pair of them steadily become smaller the further into camp the apprentice and mentor walk.

He's walking a little too fast but that's okay! Mizzlepaw is great at running, he could catch up with ease if given the chance. He had to admit that he felt a little tired though, magically it seemed like Privetfrost knew that because he started to talk again. "Fighting? Why are we doing that?" he frowns, that didn't sound very nice. He has to listen to Privetfrost though, right? So that means that he shouldn't challenge him too much. With a nod he decides to accept it, very pleased when his mentor stops as apparent by a bubbly smile.

Taught to kill? The look of wide eyed confusion says it all. Why would he be taught to kill when safe at home? With all the kibble and at one point milk his little kitten desires could demand for, he's not a kitten though he's an apprentice now. So while he doesn't really want to kill if it's something that's expected of him he can only nod. Am I really behind? There's a blossom of insecurity blooming from a bud into something bigger at the mention of it, he guessed that's right. Everyone else would have been born here right? Unless they also had parents here who took them in?

"Okay! How do I kill?" He takes a wide stance, a little comically so. Tail lashing eagerly as he gazes up at the dark cat like he himself brought the dimming sun down and raised the moon. He would be in safe paws here, and no longer be behind!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✦ ‎Army dreamers ☾ Mammy’s hero ✦ ‎

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• MIZZLEPAW ✦ he/him, DuskClan apprentice.
  ✧ A small scrap of white and black fur with tireless energy.
  ✧ Son of Edenberry and Rumblerain || Brother to Berrypaw
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ speech is #dbcbed
  ✧ penned by Juice || ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[PRIVETFROST]

Kit-fuzz features betrayed nothing in the way of Mizzlepaw's bare innocence, like his apprentice's naivete were as bright as his own wintergreen-gaze, viridity simply pleading to be broken. Only a scowl appeared as his apprentice asked why he would be instructed to fight, as though he had just been born yesterday and the act of war was a mere word, a concept to him. Have your parents taught you nothing of the world? Or have they pampered you behind the shelter of a Twolegplace? There is no cat to protect you here. Perhaps the mere attendance of Mizzlepaw's guiltlessness, his sheer and radiant innocuous manners, was something that Privetfrost could never attain. The thought of never catching such a thing with his own hands and making it his was enough to drive him to madness - or at least to agony. Privetfrost at least appreciated the eagerness of the young boy, like an ingenuous shine that perforated ivory face, maintained by an ever-bright sun of his own making. It would not survive long within the scrublands, and it would surely become dirtied before he would even attain his true name. The Duskclan warrior supposed that he provided enough grace to introduce him to the real world. At least he had been honest and kind enough to give him all that he needed to pull his weight.

"The neck is one of the greatest weak spots of a cat. Sink your teeth into either the throat or the nape of the neck. Do not let go until your opponent stops thrashing." Privetfrost instructed with his usual deadened tone, as though the first breaths of a primeval forest - stilled, fallen into the wickedness of the world. The tarmac-pelted cat tilted his head to the side, as if to show his apprentice where the back and front of the neck were. Shooting his apprentice a dagger-sharp stare, the silent motion commanded Mizzle not to actually try any of it on him - or he would surely rue the day he did so. "Any questions? Spit it out."

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

• OOC: au where i dont reply 1 million years late </3
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  PRIVETFROST & HE/HIM & 12 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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