viper's blood ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ forestshade


⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆  Swansong has never cared much for violence. Perhaps she is above such things, deathtouched as she is. She is more a creature of the aftermath, of graves and well-wishes. The art of bloodletting has never appelead to her. Her first mentor had no time for such feelings though, and the training was as necessary then as it is now. They breathe out, slowly, through their nose. Keep it steady. They do not feel the rattling wheeze of death's grip, and so it is safe to engage in some training.

Their opponent is quite unalike themself. Her sightless eyes betray a focus, a ferocity. Her lopsided grin tells far more than Swansong's own placid expression. She is a creature of ambition and drive, a hunter and a fighter. She finds joy in kt. It seems almost alien to the newly-made warrior, to act on such things out of want rather than responsibility. Nonetheless, she is an eager opponent, and she will make for a good spar. "Are you ready...?" breathes the pale-pelted molly, quiet and delicate. They will not do Forestshade the disservice of underestimating her, but neither will they play dirty. If Swansong is to spar, she will do it properly - waiting for the go-ahead by her opponent.

...And letting her take the first move, since Swansong really doesn't care to.

  • @FORESTSHADE
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    "SPEECH"
  • SWANSONG ☁︎ she / they, warrior of shadowclan, thirteen moons.
    a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
    dreamy and detached, more ghost than cat. known for her perpetual sleepiness.
    halfshade x smogmaw, littermate to applepaw, garlicpaw, & ashenpaw.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
It is no secret around ShadowClan that Forestshade isn't the cat anyone would call to for reinforcements. She has a fierce tongue and swift claws when on the hunt, a keen nose to scout any prey that has crossed her path. But her eyes, oh her eyes, they are her weakness here. She can't smell a swipe coming for her face. She can't hear bared fangs aiming to sink into her leg. But if she's going down, she'll put up a hell of a fight!

"Ready," She confirms with a grin, and with that she takes off running towards her opponent at full speed. She may not have sight, but she does have her hefty weight to throw around! She charges straight for the spot where Swansong stands and aims to ram into her with a broad shoulder.