duskclan To ashes and blood ☾ hiding prey

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Since she was first set loose outside of Windclan's camp, she'd known responsibility. She's long since decided that it's quite boring, to be responsible. She figured there'd be some sort of thrill to it, what with how passionately cats talk about honor and helping each other. For Frightpaw, it was just...work. She found more joy in the little things, like brushing her pelt through long grass, the satisfaction of a hunt gone well, or the peaceful quiet only Windclan's land provided. Those little treasures were bountiful no matter whom her paws worked for.

With the same, bored disposition as she carried returning home from patrol, so too would the young woman make her way toward Windclan's border. She'd already dipped herself in a stream along the way to ward off some of her scent - a high price to pay during these colder moons - but a job was a job. Adjusting her grip on the rabbit she'd caught, Frightpaw looked to and fro but remained certain she hadn't been followed. If not the honorable act of serving her clan, she at least prides herself in not being stupid

Coast clear, she slithers her way past the border, trotting deeper into the outskirts of Windclan's land. The scent of cats remains noticeable upon the breeze. Duskclan. She wonders what it's like. Finds it unfair Vulturepaw got to visit and not herself. But she understands the risk...the last thing she wants is to lose more of her already fragile connections. Arriving at her destination - an outcrop of loose rocks best used for keeping coyotes and raccoons away from hidden kills, she sets to work shoving her rabbit deep into the rocks.

Since her youth, she'd agreed to leave her catches here for her father to find. After Nightingalecry's death she...felt she needed to give all her kills not under supervision to her last remaining parent. Frightpaw couldn't be described as a woman of integrity, but she at least felt she needed to uphold that promise. Pushing away from the rocks, she sits back and squints at her efforts, ensuring the carcass remains securely out of sight. Never had she actually seen Ebonylight gather the prey she'd left, though, and not having spoken to her in a while, she wondered if this plan is even fruitful.
She shakes her head with a sigh and resumes the trek back home.

A job's a job.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 9/21/24

• //I just wanted a thread to see how her potentially bumping into a Duskclanner might go <3 May turn it into a PAFP if anyone's interested in a one-on-one interaction with the disloyal Windclanner <33
• " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deathpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

 

[PRIVETFROST]

"Windclanner!" Privetfrost hissed through the solitude, as though his voice were the first breakage of a precarious glass pane, chipping away at what little peace one could afford in the scrublands. The young man saw the other, donning all of the detestable moorland-stench of her home, sneak onto their land. He wondered why Frightpaw buried prey at an outcrop that belonged to Duskclan, of all territories to do such a thing. Perhaps she planned to make a journey farther into the wastelands, though Privetfrost would not tolerate even that. The prey was as good as Duskclan's, as good as his - as his stomach roiled and rustled in discontent. The sable-and-snow tomcat revealed himself through the brittle wildgrasses, like he wove through a sea of frangible shards, careful not to pierce himself with splinters of possible noise. Now, he did not concern himself with hiding, for olivine gaze glowed with a stark coldness. Like the rime that lined the land, that leached through even the sanctuary of his pelt, he would not allow this trespasser to evade him. "Give me one good reason why I should not end your life here. I am faster and stronger than most clan cats. If you wish to test your luck, I am more than happy to show you first-hand." The Duskclan warrior growled as his ears glued themselves to the sides of his skull, his tone now like a brash whip upon the naked skin, a blade that hacked upon the simple flesh. By now, he only lie a fox-length away from the Windclan apprentice. Unsheathed claws flexed from his alabaster-dipped paws, and his tail lashed just behind him.

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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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ She blinks as a screech shatters the peaceful fog of this chilly afternoon. Honestly? After living through so many dreary moons, it was a welcome change of pace. She watched, keeping her fur carefully flat out prideful obligation rather than any superhuman lack of fear, as shadows within the grass collected themselves into one living, snarling beast. Frightpaw had never been in a fight before. The idea of this being her first - and with a member of her estranged parent's "clan", had her heart skipping a beat. Terror and excitement were two sides of the same coin, you see. As terrifying as it was to face off against someone she would receive no honor in defeating nor any assistance should she lose...it was also quite thrilling! So used to death was she, that facing the potential of it now felt like a right of passage—her turn to shake hands with the devil.

Still, did her personal grim reaper have to sound so...full of himself?

"Well are you smarter and quicker? More well-groomed and articulated, perhaps? " she responds, a smile crinkling her moonshine eyes. He was young, though older than herself...maybe even older? He acted more like a grizzled old veteran, barking through missing teeth about honor! and proper clan etiquette! Was that what Duskclan was like? Strange, that a bunch of runaways would feel patriotic to a nothing clan. She wondered if her dad was like that.

Refocusing on his question, she shrugs, "Why should I beg for my life from a guy who procrastinates on getting the job done? " Ew. Just for that, he wouldn't get the honor of killing her. She'd never be able to live that down! Or...die that...up? Whatever. "I'm Frightpaw and you're a duskclanner, I'm assuming? " She leans her weight onto her front paws, and should Privetfrost not immediately slice her throat open, she'll test the boundary further by sliding a paw forward - not quite stepping into his personal space, but close enough once she puts her whole weight into that gingerly raised paw. All the while, she keeps her moon-glass eyes on the older boy's own, eager to keep his attention.

She studies the green of his eyes, the shadows collected around his features, broken only by the frosted muzzle and ear tips. He reminds her of Rattledheart in some ways. "I've never gotten to properly meet one before, not even during the last invasion. I was a bit...mm, preoccupied "There's a joke in there he might be able to appreciate, even if the humor feels like sickly sweet thorns in her throat. "Have you ever, like, actually killed anyone before? "

Before he can answer, she points her tail towards the rocky outcropping, where the prey is hidden. "How about this, you'll answer my question, and I'll answer yours - fair's fair? Okay " no patience reserved for his agreement, she continues, "If I get to live, then you get to eat. I leave whatever prey I sneak into that outcrop for you guys, so it might be best to keep me alive if you want more than Windclan's scraps. But hey, I'm risking my tail for your clan, so it'd be nice to get something out of it " Eyes aglow with none of Starclan's light, she leans that last bit of weight into her paw, "you've got all the means to kill me anytime you want, why waste precious energy doing it now, right? So c'mon, be friends with a dead girl walking "

"Tell me your name? " she asks, practically unfurling ancient Latin parchment in the hopes of striking a deal with her personal devil.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 9/21/24

• " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deathpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None