three text messages [ PROMTP : ROOSTER ? ]

[HEATHERPAW]

he didn't often wander towards the horseplace, but when he spotted the little chicks wandering out towards the open field, he'd weighed his options. he could leave them be to grow a little, or he could snatch them up while they were away from safety and give the queens and kits some specially curated meals. he'd decided on the second option, dropping low and slinking towards where the chicks wandered. they cheeped softly, unaware as the wind blew back against his face. he wiggled his rump, ready to pounce, until he heard an offended [o]B-KAW[/b] to his left.

spinning to face the offended bawking, he scared the chicks off towards their coop again, and was face with a rooster that was taller than he was. his ears folded back, eyes wide as his tail lashed. his eyes flickered between the rooster and camp as the rooster puffed up it's chest and primed itself for attack. jabbing it's beak at the tom, the rooster let out an angry cluck, flapping it's wings as it primed talons at him. without much time to think, heatherpaw dropped to his belly and jumped right under the bird as it glided back to the ground. its talons had scraped along his back, leaving a jagged cut down his spine.

the rooster spun around to face him, just as heatherpaw puffed out all of his fur and stood on his toes to stand eye to eye with the rooster. he let out a mrrrOW that echoed all the way back to camp, and then a hiss as he swiped a paw at the rooster. the rooster bounced it's way backwards, bawking and clucking as it kicked itself into a run back to the coop with the rest of the wandering chicks. just the same, heatherpaw came sprinting back to camp, huffing and puffing as he crawled under the fence, his back stinging from the cut that now ran down it.

once in the safety of camp, he heaved a sigh and found his way to his nest of dead grass and feathers, turning to look at the scratch that just barely bled down his back. he doubted it would leave a scar, at least, but the stupidest things left scars sometimes. "aw, man, come on.." he sighed, licking at the tiny trickles of blood. "i don't have to go to the medicine cat for this, right..?"

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✧ STUCK STILL — NO TURNING BACK

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• — lilac / red tabby chimera with low white and green eyes
  — 6 moons old; ages the 15th every month
  — unknown orient. ; currently not looking
  — son of npc and npc
  — windclan ; loyal to windclan, doesn't understand why sootstar is gone
  — slightly difficult to befriend ; not quick to trust these days
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[SNAKEHISS]

Nowadays, Snakehiss does not leave camp as much as one would think. Being on his own out on the moors used to be his form of refuge from clan matters, the crisp breeze carrying along comforting smells of heather and wildflowers. Such attempts to get away from the hustle and bustle seemed useless now, as a chaperone had to accompany him outside of camp boundaries. What was even the point in trying to clear his mind when someone was constantly near him, watching him like a hawk eyed its prey?

Camp activities were rather dull day after day. Sometimes Snakehiss would sit on the outskirts of the hollow, half-lidded stare gazing out into nothingness as he dwelled in his thoughts. Today, however, something rather peculiar presented itself. One of the apprentices ( Snakehiss could hardly be bothered to remember this young tom's name, there were so many youths in WindClan now ) had retreated toward his nest with a fresh crimson slice lining his spine. It was rather clean and elongated, which was not indicative of a scrap. For once, Snakehiss is the least bit intrigued by an apprentice's business.

To Heatherpaw's complaint, dreading the prospect of having to visit the medicine cat, Snakehiss snorted from his sitting position, "I doubt Wolfsong would give you a choice." Viridian eyes flick toward the oozing scratch; his nose wrinkles, picking up on the faintest scent of Horseplace. Hm. "Should I even ask what harebrained thing you did to get that?"

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  snakehiss
  

  — he/him; moor runner of windclan
  — long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and multiple scars
  — father to violetkit, waspkit, cricketkit, and privetkit (duskclan)
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherpaw's horned ear flicked at the noise of Heatherpaw muttering to himself- already, annoyance boiled in her sun-blister eyes, narrowing as they settled upon him. He'd bought noise and the cloying scent of blood with him, and now- and now- Snakehiss too, who certainly did not earn a welcoming smile from the chocolate apprentice. Instead, he shot the two of them a look that could have killed, a rumble of anoyance quaking in the back of his throat.

The wound looked just like Featherpaw's scar. Jagged, running along his spine. When Snakehiss mentioned Wolfsong, Featherpaw bristled, irritated that his ðir's name had even been mentioned for some writhing, unknown reason. "You're stupid if you don't." The marbled tom spoke matter-of-factly; what else was Wolfsong there for but to cure wounds? Anyone who held off going to him for some bug-brained reason was an idiot, as far as Featherpaw was concerned. It was the duty of every good warrior to be as strong as they could be for their Clan. He'd drilled that into his own head from kithood.

"If rabbits have time to scratch you, you should p-p-probably work on your p-puh... p-p-pouncing." Eyeing Heatherpaw out of the corner of his gaze, Featherpaw resumed her grooming, assuming he'd gotten into a fight with his prey.​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[HEATHERPAW]

pausing in his wound nursing, the apprentice gave a low, vaguely annoyed rumble. of course he would have to go see wolfsong, he just preferred not to. it would take too much time to do that, and it meant having to set aside his free time to get chores done. "no." he hissed in response to the tauntings. "i’m actually good at hunting." and that wasn’t a lie. he was a sneaky one, and while he did need more practice, he was practically a natural hunter.

"it was that rooster. over in horseplace." he admitted, licking away more blood droplets. "some of it’s chick’s wandered away from their den and i thought they were unattended. turns out the rooster was out there and he got me."

———————---***LIKE A TRAIN ON A TRACK***———————---​

✧ STUCK STILL — NO TURNING BACK

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• — lilac / red tabby chimera with low white and green eyes
  — 6 moons old; ages the 15th every month
  — unknown orient. ; currently not looking
  — son of npc and npc
  — windclan ; loyal to windclan, doesn't understand why sootstar is gone
  — slightly difficult to befriend ; not quick to trust these days
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — There was a strange scent on the air, mingling with the sharp tang of blood and overpowering the scent of flowers that had become so familiar to Rattleheart's nose as of late. He immediately recoiled as he pushed himself up to his paws, his pelt grooming abandoned for now in favor of trying to find the source of the blood smell. At first, he was worried about yet another altercation between the kits, anxious that Blizzardkit had yet another scratch to fuss over. Before he could reach the nursery, though, his eyes zeroed in on Heatherpaw and the pair that had gathered near him. The long, jagged path of pale red that had been cut over his spine made the lead warrior wince, realizing only shortly afterwards what that smell was.

Chicken. Or more specifically in this case, rooster.

The fur along his own spine was raised in unruly spikes as he grew closer, a disapproving tut falling from Rattleheart's muzzle. "That's the risk you take going after chicks. Frankly, you're lucky that it was just the rooster that came after you." The sight of a coop full of chickens in front of them flashed in his mind, feathers and meat that was just waiting for the taking. His ears flattened as the vision twisted, the sharp cry of a twoleg echoing out before being followed by a sickeningly thunderous BANG. Such a roar that it could render a cat deaf if they were too close when it went off, sending one's ears into a terrible ringing even if they only heard it from afar. "You know Soot lost one of her lives while she was hunting chickens? I know you're young, but I can't imagine you haven't heard the stories." Even if the chicks had wandered away from the coop they were usually in, that just meant it was more likely for a twoleg to come looking for them.

Though the stream of blood slowly trickling down from Heatherpaw's back was far from extremely worrying - especially compared to recent injuries they had all seen - he still gestured with a paw towards the medicine den. "Go see Wolfsong. That doesn't look like it'll scar, but it can still get infected if it isn't covered. And the last thing we need is to be down an apprentice going into this hunting season, alright?" His voice was soft but authoritative, not leaving room for the apprentice to argue with him. Besides, Rattleheart knew it was better for him to listen now, rather than risk facing the medicine cat's ire later.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 49 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[Firefang]

She was a staunch hater of the horse place, firstly it smelled like foxdung mixed with the nastiest smelling Skyclan cat, secondly there were dogs and big fat beasts that the place was named after that could quash even the largest cat and thirdly it SUCKED! Hunting that border wasn't worth the hassle or danger and she steered clear whenever she could only gritting her teeth and baring it when she was brought along on patrol. Even in camp she recognizes the distinct scent lingering off of the pelt of Heatherpaw as he returns dejected and injured, that and the undercurrent of blood. She stands curiously but she's not the first cat to approach or admonish Snakehiss takes that from her. Of course he does, the little brat used ot love tryna' steal her thunder. She wouldn't sink to the level of stealing his however, she's better then that even in this sorry state!

Still there's a smirk on her face that hasn't been seen in some time as she listens as he recounts what happened to the former deputy and Featherpaw. She laughs not caring to hide her amusement, if only she was there to see it she'd get a kick out of seeing a apprentice get the daylights scared out of him by a big fat rooster. He's not the first, as Rattleheart recounts and still the story of that particular life of her leaders she still has trouble believing. "Sadly for you you're not as intimidatin' as she is; ain't no one gonna let you live it down" she chuckles before adding her own urging to Snakehisses, Rattleheart's and Featherpaw's "C'mon now don't be a kit, sooner you go sooner it's over with. Get goin'" her tail flicks in the direction of the Medicine den.

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  Firefang ✩ She/Her, Warrior of Windclan, 18 moons
  ⭃ Black tabby she-cat with amber eyes. former-loyalist of Sootstar, Moorunner.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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