sensitive topics UNTIL MY BLOOD IS IN THE ROAD [fight]

[BRANCHPAW]

𓆱 He stands at the invisible line that marks the new border between ShadowClan and ThunderClan, the line that keeps them on their side and him on his side. The line that keeps Branchpaw away from what he really wants: revenge. He's already taken it out on Splashdance, already spit and snarled his anger to the first cat he could shout at, the first cat he could truly hurt. But he's sick of words now, because they aren't enough. They will never be enough to bring his mother back.

The lilac tabby stands at the border between two clans, staring at the dark forms moving through the snow. Theyre hardly visible amidst the flakes that swirl around them, but he can see them well enough to know that they're small. Smaller than him, maybe. Branchpaw looks down at his paws, toeing the border between clans. The border between following the laws of StarClan, and doing something he might never come back from.

With a sudden boldness, he crosses it.

"Your clan… will pay for what it did," he says, a whisper against the blizzard's howling. The snow lets up for a heartbeat, though, gives him a line of sight to the cats who stand closer than they had before. Without warning, he rushes for the nearest one, striking out in an attempt to claw them across the face. He isn't experienced in brutality, but he makes as good an attempt as he can—he wants blood, and he doesn't care which ThunderClanner he gets it from.

archers never make good kings 𖠰𖠰 fly headfirst into everything

• ooc: @HOWLPAW @THRASHPAW
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• BRANCHPAW ❯❯ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan
  𖠰 fluffy lilac tabby with white spotting and amber eyes. quiet and seething, but a natural storyteller.
  𖠰 son of ferndance and needledrift ; brother to bonechill, bloodwing, shadewhisker, splashdance, gigglepaw, morelpaw
  𖠰 mentored by flintwish
  𖠰 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𖠰 penned by foxlore

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[HOWLPAW]

Howlpaw's amber eyes narrow as the blizzard howls around it, the snow biting into its pelt. It stands firm, paws rooted in the frozen ground, scanning the indistinct figure moving closer. The voice carries over the wind, low but laden with fury, and its sharp ears catch the venomous words. The figure crosses the border, bold and unrelenting, and Howlpaw's body tenses. Its lips curl back in a warning snarl, exposing small but sharp teeth. The stranger charges without hesitation, a blur of gray fur against the white flurry. Howlpaw barely has time to react as the blow comes—Branchpaw's claws rake against the left side of its jaw, the force turning its head and sending it stumbling a step sideways. Pain flares, sharp and hot, but the young apprentice doesn't falter for long.

The sting ignites something raw and primal in Howlpaw. Its muscles coil, and it pivots sharply on its hind legs to face the attacker. Blood beads on its jaw, a streak of red against dark fur, but its focus is unbroken. Amber eyes glint with a feral intensity as it lunges forward, attempting to slam its small but sturdy frame into the larger apprentice's chest. The movement is deliberate, calculated to throw Branchpaw off balance if it connects. Howlpaw growls low in its throat, a sound that rumbles through the cold air like a storm brewing beneath its small frame. Its claws flash as it aims a sharp swipe at Branchpaw's shoulder, seeking to tear through fur and flesh. The motion is swift, a strike meant not only to defend itself but to send a clear message: Howlpaw isn't prey, no matter its size.

With the snow swirling around them, it uses the chaos of the storm to its advantage, weaving and shifting its weight to make itself harder to pin down. It keeps low to the ground, movements tight and defensive, its claws scrabbling for purchase on the icy surface as it circles, looking for an opening. Pain still lances through its jaw, but it channels the discomfort into a burning determination. Howlpaw's next move comes fast—a feint to the right before it lashes out with its left forepaw, aiming a raking blow at Branchpaw's side. Its breathing is sharp and focused, each exhale forming misty clouds in the frigid air as it braces for whatever comes next. It barely gives its sibling a sideways glance, knowing the she can take care of himself.​

 

[THRASHPAW]

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ-​

It isn't sure if it should say anything to Howlpaw as they cross through the blinding tundra of snow that whipped black tendrils of fur around their face. Their shoulder stung from the phantom pang of teeth that had lodged, their own littermates fangs. He can't be upset about it though and truthfully he isn't, the betrayal at the time was searing hot such as the bite itself. She herself had torn at it's throat, she hopes that it's not seething in hatred at her. He doesn't know how to fix it though, so sneaking off to patrol together felt like a step in the right direction.

There's a figure barely made out, misted and disfigured. Fear resides within her immediately at the thought that it might be some other rogue. Too small to be Bayinghound but maybe some wrathful ally of hers… Friend didn't feel like the right term to use. They thought it might be a mirage at first, yet the figure shifts. Worse, he crossed the border and the scent of ShadowClan is heavy in the wind. Wasn't he satisfied? His clan had already taken territory, what more could they want? Howlpaw was strong but if this was another invasion the pair of them couldn't do anything, he wouldn't die for the clan.

"We… didn't do anything!" He shouts back, hoping it was just some misunderstanding. Once again she doesn't get why she's trying to defend a clan that he doesn't feel like he belongs in. Despite their best efforts it seems that Branchpaw doesn't quit and just continues an onslaught. Swiping at it's siblings muzzle, Howlpaw doesn't let it happen without a fight. A quality they both admire and fear it for, paws feel frozen in the snow momentarily as crimson stains the white ice. With a thudding heartbeat he lunges forward, hoping that the fight against her littermate is enough to keep Branchpaw occupied while she attempts to circle him, until she can reach behind him. Taking a deep breath he then lunges forward, biting at Branchpaw's hind legs in an attempt to divide his attention at least and at best make him stagger.

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  THRASHPAW
  any pronouns, 6 moons
  ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
  ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howlpaw & Yippingkit
  ☆ Mentored by Antlerbreeze
  ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ☆ All opinions are IC only!

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