- Feb 27, 2024
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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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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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— 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