sensitive topics UPON MY WICKED FLESH ♱ "lesson"

[cygnetstare]

♱ | tw: mentions of gore, blood, and guts
normally, cygnetstare takes a certain pride in the paradoxical cleanliness of her tunnel work. regardless of the grit and grime that coated every whisker-length of bone-and-night fur, she typically finds satisfaction in the cleanly cut efficiency of her patrols and catches; it brings her a certain muted joy to carry back a bloodless rabbit with a cleanly snapped neck, its belly plump and unmarred for her clanmates to enjoy.

however, normally their clan's bellies are as full as those of her rabbits'; normally, their ribs do not stand out against their pelts as they watch rogues, their pelts filled with fleas, snatch away precious morsels of fresh-kill the hungry mouths in camp need. and so, yes, perhaps she had grown careless with desire at the smell of a fattened rabbit that rightfully belonged in the long-waning greenleaf; but who could fault her for that? who could fault her for satisfying the yawning pit of hunger for a forgettable moment and making the catch without her usual care?

it's a gruesome sight as they step into camp as dusk burns on the horizon, the rabbit hanging in their jaws as blood oozes slowly over the thick scar that mars their throat. its viscera hang from its shredded stomach, swaying and collecting dust with each straining step; still, cygnetstare thinks it's edible. and though she makes her way towards the fresh-kill pile, her milkweed eyes settle onto a similarly dusty little form—ashen in color, at least. beneath it are faint figments of saturated calico, and vaguely the tunneler recognizes the little beast as one of the two broods with which their camp swelled. brightshine and heavy snow's, if she recalls correctly, and she lurches with her gruesome cargo towards the little thing.

"hello, pink-kit," she grins around the rabbit; she knows the child's name, of course. participation in clan gossip (but carefully, carefully) yields up the name of new members like plum catches and cygnetstare dumps their bloodied cargo unceremoniously on the ground. perhaps this can be a teaching moment for the kit, in luckypaw's absence, and with one white and bloody paw they carefully draw the intestines forth from its dirt-dulled viscera as though they were a lovely treat.

"do you know what these are?" the tunneler coos with a saccharine smile, flicking them with a paw. regardless of the child's answer, she'll clarify, "these are guts. our prey has them, all prey has them, did you know that?"

OOC ♱ I AM MY OWN GOD AND MARTYR

• OOC: please wait for @PINK-KIT
  

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  ( CYGNETSTARE ) ♱ TUNNELER OF WINDCLAN.
  x she / they ; 35 moons.
  x sister and daughter to cats long-lost, left unremembered.
  x a skeletal black smoke / albino chimera with pink eyes and a prominent throat scar ; regarded by her clanmates as strange, her motivations are shadowy and vague.
  x currently in an era of gathering many things, namely information, and taking inventory of her clan's higher ranks and their usefulness to windclan.

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[PINKSHINE]

Every time Pink-kit sees a tunneler, she's more and more sure that she wouldn't wanna be one ever! They were soooo dirty! Dirty and ugly with weird teeth, especially this one. " Hi! " Pink-kit squeaks back. Because just because you're ugly didn't mean no one should talk to you! The weird lady smiles and Pink-kit smiles back even though hers was way better and prettier. Her eyes go wide, though, when the warrior suddenly drops her prey on the ground with a super loud thump! Was this for her? Pink-kit loves rabbits! Even if this one was a bit extra goopy and weird. Pink-kit latches little teeth into a foot, preparing to draw it back to the rest of her family like a big girl, even if the rabbit was nearly her size.

Oh, apparently there's more, though. The weird lady goes to pick something up, and Pink-kit looks curiously at her, relinquishing the rabbit from her mighty hold. " Eww! " she chirps, though she keeps a smile on her face. " Do you know what these are? " Pink-kit shakes her head. " Nuh - uh, " They're ugly and pink and slimy just like this tunneler! " All prey has them, did you know that? " She shakes her head again.

" I hate guts, " Pink-kit decides then and there. She then promptly begins to kick sand onto the weird tunneler and hopefully onto the guts so she wouldn't have to look at them. " Can I have the rest? " This question is a ruse, because she would be taking it, anyways!

OOC 🎀 IT'S 4:27 IN THE AFTERNOON, 20 MISSED TEXTS FROM YOU

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• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!
  

  

• ( I MISS YOU, IT'S MAGIC! ) PINK-KIT KIT OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHKIT, DOWNYKIT, & FINCHKIT.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 2 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pink-kit bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pink-kit is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[VENOMSTRIKE]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Venomstrike was staying within camp after his injuries to let himself heal and lays in camp thinking about what he could potentially teach Redpaw later but his eyes open when he hears the thump of a body against the ground. His gaze focusing on Cygnetstare having brought back a rather fucked up rabbit which reminded him why he was in camp to begin with anyways and he feels bitterness blossom within him if only he had done better then his own catch could've been distrubted to the kittens of the clan. He tries to not think much about it especially when the sight of the rabbits guts spill from it graciously causing him to grimace slightly and overhears how Cygnetstare mentions how all prey has it yet Venomstrike knows if the pale warrior was ever ripped open like her messy kill guts would also spill from her. Did that make her prey?

In a way, yes, they were prey... To larger predators. Once more does he push these thoughts away as he lifts from where he lays and breathes out quietly, he approaches with a nod of his head "Nice catch, Cygnet..." He offers with a half smile only to watch Pink-kit try to carry away the rabbit that was practically her size and the sight is rather amazing but can't help but wince when he watches the little kitten kick dirt at both the tunneler and rabbit for not liking guts. He decides then and there that kittens are simply odd but endearing all the same. "Would you like some h-help, Pink-kit?" He asks with a faint smile present on his maw and casts the tunneler a quick look wondering if she would relinquish her catch to the kitten or was simply showing her what intestines looked like.

➷ HELL AND HIGH WATER, TO LAY HERE TOGETHER

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  ⁀➷ 44 moons old
  ⁀➷ windclan moor runner
  ⁀➷ bisexual homoromantic; single; padding after rattleheart
  ⁀➷ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ⁀➷ med difficultly in combat; relies on brute strength and his ability to quickly strike
  ⁀➷ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ⁀➷ penned by bosstaurus

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