pafp Umbra Hands | Bothering Gravelsnap

[Dustpaw!]

It's harder for her to navigate camp, more-so then usual - the air tastes weird and while she's been getting better at not knocking into every obstacle she comes across the past few days have had her stepping much more cautiously and not leading so much with her head excitably. Her dad tells her it's because there's a fire, something that was hot and very dangerous and was hurting the territory around camp. That's where the funny smell in the air comes from - smoke she's told it was and she has come to realize she hates smoke! Still she stubbornly continues to fumble out of the den and into the great outside world, stupid smoke wouldn't hold her back! Nothing would hold Dustkit back! She's sure her dad and all the other adults will handle this fire by fighting or like chasing it away or something and then there would be no more smoke!

The lessons she's learned bumping into paws, den walls and so on are forgotten as the kit instead of padding along cautiously begins to sprint only to come crashing face first into a new unnusual obstacle; @GRAVELSNAP. Her head crashes into him and in reaction she jumps back, her back arching and tail fuzzing up and tucking slightly behind her. One clawed paw is held outwards and she lets out a startled hiss before vocalizing said hiss "Who are you?! You were in my way!" she childishly blames them. She still stays arched and in standard crab-mode all prickly and fiesty but she draws closer with her sidesteps to take a quick whiff of the stranger. Yep, this cat was just that she hadn't met them before - she'd met a few warriors and apprentices already but not this one!

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  Dustkit ✩ She/Her, Windclan Kit, 2 moons
  ⭃ short furred black smoke she-cat with high white and cloudy green eyes (blind)
  ⭃ 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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[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ The crashing of a small form into their larger figure is enough to send their pelt prickling with discomfort; the startled, accusatory reaction from the reckless kit only serves to draw their irritation up from the depths where it has been hiding. "What’s wrong with you?" He snaps, before realizing just who he’s glaring down at. A pair of unseeing green eyes stare back up at him, and for a moment Gravelsnap’s blood runs cold. Keep your kits away from me, he’d snarled before stalking away from the lead warrior. And now, standing before him is a near-copy of Periwinklebreeze, black and white and delicate.

He doesn’t like her, doesn’t like of them. He doesn’t even know their names. All he knows is that Peri—Periwinklebreeze—has clearly found something out there, a life more interesting, and returned home with kits. Gravelsnap is not foolish enough to believe he still has a place in the black-pointed warrior’s life. "I’m a warrior who has better things to do than be shouted at by clumsy kits," they answer her question, their tail lashing irritably behind them.

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

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  GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Dustpaw!]

Dustkit is a unrelenting girl, she doesn’t give up without a fight and this new smelling stranger was giving her just that. Her chest puffs out at his harsh words. She’s not used to adults being rude to her but she isn’t scared of them! She glared herself, her little muzzle furrowed and though she doesn’t quite manage to meet their gaze the effort is still there. "What’s wrong with you?" she repeats back at him, her bushy tail swishes behind her. She wasn’t frightened in the slightest, she wouldn’t lower her head or go cry to her dad to save her. She was a brave girl, and she’d handle this meanie who refused to tell her their name.

She hears their tail thumping against the ground, they speak again in a growl and her ears fold back, she’s insulted and she’s angry now. "You don’t got better things to do! If you did you wouldn’t have been sitting there and in my way!" she hisses and following her words she sticks her tongue out at them.

"Why are you such a big fat jerk? I bet my dad can beat you up!" she wouldn’t run to get him even if she threatens them with his strength. Her dads a strong lead warrior, he could beat anyone in a fight she ought to think. She’d be strong like that too one day.

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  Dustkit ✩ She/Her, Windclan Kit, 2 moons
  ⭃ short furred black smoke she-cat with high white and cloudy green eyes (blind)
  ⭃ 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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[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ In their nearly two years of life, Gravelsnap has not fully understood older cats’ descriptions of their eyes twitching when angry. When Dustkit opens her mouth to ask what’s wrong with them, Gravelsnap understands at last. They consider their chances of simply ducking out of the conversation, but they have no easy escape route. There is nowhere in camp where Dustkit cannot follow them. The kit spits her protests—they truly have nothing better to do than sit around in camp, but they will never confirm the accusation. Their tail thumps once more against the ground as the warrior grows more agitated, and they glare down at Dustin even though her gaze never quite meets their own.

At the kit’s final comment, the tom snorts. As if. They know that the black-pointed warrior would almost certainly be fuming if he caught Gravelsnap snapping at one of the kits he’d claimed, but they also don’t fear Periwinklebreeze. "Your dad cannot beat me up, I assure you of that. And you wouldn’t know a jerk if you ran right into them." Somewhere in the back of their mind they think that they should be less harsh to the kit, but it’s as though she’s mocking them. Her very existence is evidence against Gravelsnap’s worthiness, and they can only spit and snarl in defense. They would find it funny, almost—a warrior such as themself, being forced to defend themself against a scrap of a kit such as this one—if it were not so exhausting.

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

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  GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[slateheart]

Gravelsnap was always a prickly cat. Slateheart knows this - it doesn't take a bonded brother to see. He remembers his littermate as strong and dutiful, but also stubborn and guarded. Whatever Gravelsnap was now, Slateheart never really expected.. this.

Slateheart's disappointment was plain the day that Periwinklebreeze brought home a litter and Gravelsnap shunned them. The two were always inseparable, closer than two peas in a pod.. or so he thought. Whatever was going on between them, Slateheart knew better than to press: Gravelsnap's temper was a force to be reckoned with, and Slateheart knew their relationship wasn't familial enough to be inquiring on each others' personal life.

But.. there's something in the way that Gravelsnap aggresses this kitten that gets on Slateheart's nerves. Are these the true colors of the brother he thought he was getting to know, or were they masking something? No matter what's going on, he couldn't sit idly by and let Gravelsnap take their anger out on a kit. It was all too familiar to him.

"Quarrelling with kittens now, are we?" Slateheart's tone is jest-like as he approaches the scene, standing next to Gravelsnap, but his eyes are calculating as he searches his littermate's face. What has gotten into you? he thinks - the slight furrow of his brows speak his thoughts. But, he carries his words as a diversion - a suggestion at most. Slateheart is wary of Gravelsnap and their temper, especially in recent times. He's never so openly stood up against his littermate like this.. and even now, he goes about it with extreme care. "Better things to do await you. Best not waste too much valuable time arguing with this kitten, hm?" A warning laces his voice, a chance given to Gravelsnap to get out of this situation before more cats witness such an unseemly display.

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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

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  slate slatepaw slatetooth SLATEHEART
  ━━ MOOR-RUNNER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 23 MOONS,, ages every 6th
  ━━ LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE xx SILVERFOOT
  ━━ SIBLING to GRAVELSNAP and ASHPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by LYNXTOOTH​
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♡♡ | recovering from burn wounds and suffering frequent breathing issues due to smoke inhalation.
  
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