private Victim of the system ✦ Vulturepaw

[Mizzlepaw]

While Mizzlepaw is no fool he has to admit that he's rather surprised the WindClan border had so many new faces. So many solitary faces as well, his trips have grown frequent. Using the excuse of hunting as cover, he always tries to bring something back to make up for the fact he's missing for hours at a time but he can't find himself succeeding half the time. Part of him wonders if Privetfrost would be proud of him whenever he brought something back, they then consider that they're not sure if his mentor is capable of being prideful at anyone other than himself. It's a bitter thought, one Mizzlepaw can't find himself feeling poorly over. Emerald eyes squint and his tail lashes in frustration, not too hard as he doesn't want to lose the feather attached to it but hard enough. It's a little more difficult than normal to see today much to his dismay, hopefully that meant it's difficult for any not so friendly WindClanners too. He considers crossing the border today and enter the threshold of their territory but his paws still find hesitance. It's not uncommon for prey to skitter this way either though, considering the fact that rabbits and mice don't seem to care about things like territories and borders.

Fortune finds them today, a dark grey mouse skitters amongst the snow and suppressed grass towards him. Not entirely but close enough, he assumes that it must have been scared of by something but he doesn't have the luxury to really worry about just what it was scared by. With a twitch of his tail he lunges, tumbling forward comically but for once with something to show for it. Mouse caught between hard pressed paws he applies as much pressure as needed until the squeaking dies down and bones snap. It's never clean when he hunts, opperating more on instinct than efficiency. It'll do though, with a huff he settles on his haunches.

The source of the mouses fear shows itself, a dark but long pelt makes itself present against the haze of the fog. Another new face, weariness crosses his features despite the desire to be excited over this. "This preys mine" he states with a pant, trying to muster the confidence that Cottonsprig showed him. He squints, trying to ascertain if this cat posed much of a threat.

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• MIZZLEPAW ✦ he/they, DuskClan apprentice, 6 moons.
  ✧ A small scrap of white and black fur with tireless energy.
  ✧ Son of Edenberry and Rumblerain || Brother to Berrypaw
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ speech is #dbcbed
  ✧ penned by Juice || ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ The loner lands border has become a common haunt for Vulturepaw. If there is no one left to sympathise with the stolen youths of DuskClan, he is glad to take the responsibility upon himself. Wary eyes flicker to the grasslands beyond the scentlines as he hunts - alone, always alone.

Fortune brings a kitten close enough today. A mouse skitters directly into the rogue's claws, and Vulturepaw stills. Watches. Winces, as he hears the quiet cracking of bones. It is a kill lacking any of the mercy and grace that WindClan's hunters teach, a thing born of clumsy desperation. The cat across the border looks barely more than a kit, a face too young to be familiar form Vulturepaw's short time amongst the shrublands. Still, the scent of dusty earth is unmistakeable. "Poor thing," they murmur, eyes lingering on the broken body of the mouse. It's a horrible way to die, slow and trapped.

And then glinting yellow eyes droft upwards, meet wide and verdant green. "But, um - ! Prey's p-p-prey. You puh... p-probably need it more than me." A sad, shaky smile. The child is tiny, thin as all rogues are. He takes a placating step back. "D-D-Duh... Dhh... D-DuskClan, right? What's... your name?"

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / any, apprentice of windclan, eleven moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Mizzlepaw]

It confuses him, why have sympathy for a mouse? They're born to die aren't they? If he doesn't eat and kill it then some other clan cat would, if they don't then it's just some other predator. It's how the world works after all, a paw reaches out to swipe the mouse, brushing aside snow next to him so he can keep it close. It will grow cold soon, that never tastes nice but it will have to do. He's ate a lot of things that aren't nice anyways, nothing ever compares to the memory of the food at Twolegplace but this is enough to keep him sustained. It's surprisingly easy to live off of not much food if it's almost all he's ever known. Mizzlepaw isn't sure what to make of the tabby in front of him, sympathy mixed with an ever thinking mind. He looks... Dour, that's how they suppose they'd describe him as.

He hasn't been chased off yet, the sympathy is always a welcomed change. Sympathy keeps him just a little more fed, should he be upset about it? Possibly, pity never feels great but who is he to bite the paw that feeds. "Right, I do!" He exclaims in a drawn out huff, was this the most strategic? Absolutely not, the enemy knowing how weak he could actually be is foolish. Though he is certain from the sad smile that this stranger is no threat. A step is taken back and it emboldens Mizzlepaw to scooch a little closer, almost comically like a kit waiting to be told a story.

She knows about DuskClan, that shouldn't really be a surprise yet it is. "I'm Mizzlepaw... What's your name?" They tried to guess what it would be, the WindClanners he has met so far have all had strange names, she doesn't look too old but seemed close enough to Privetfrost's age. So this had to be a warrior, that much he is certain about. "Why are you here if you don't want prey?" Fluffy white face scrunches up in a confused pout, trying to assess if the other would tell the truth or not. "Do you... Get taught about DuskClan?" They were curious, a question he's never thought to ask the others.

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• MIZZLEPAW ✦ he/they, DuskClan apprentice, 6 moons.
  ✧ A small scrap of white and black fur with tireless energy.
  ✧ Son of Edenberry and Rumblerain || Brother to Berrypaw
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ speech is #dbcbed
  ✧ penned by Juice || ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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