pafp Way Too Young to Lie Here Forever ღ tug of war

[whitedawn]

The sun was descending, allowing the evening coolness to settle in over the camp. Out and about, Whitekit was messing with a long flexible stick one of the older cats pulled in. She couldn't remember fully if it was an apprentice or warrior, but regardless. It wasn't a sturdy stick, so it was a bit of a debate about what she could do to play with it. Pawing it slightly, she considered it briefly, Rosey hues dancing around as she scanned the clanmates out and about. With her gaze focusing on the familiar brown-striped back of her denmate, her ears pricked at an idea. Taking one of the ends of the stick in her mouth to drag it over, the petite kitten bounded over the chocolate tabby kit. "Awwerkit!" Came her call muffled by the stick in her mouth, as she came up to him and then dropped it between them. "Wanna play tug of war?"

// @Adderkit ​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

The boy had been lounging some distance away from his siblings, watching them indulge in conversation and the like when he heard a rather butchered version of his name. A sneer instantly paints itself across his features, lip curling as he turns to correct whomever attempted to call his name. However, upon twisting his body he notes the obstruction placed between Whitekit's maw. A stick preventing the young molly from pronouncing his name right. His rage simmers, irritation snuffed out by newfound information. Adderkit's expression defaults back to its usual judgmental flare, hooded eyes now focusing on the flimsy stick clattering at his paws. A game is proposed, a challenge issued that causes the moorland prince to lift his chin. How could he possibly refuse a challenge?

A smooth toothy grin splits between his lips, lopsided in nature as he stands to his paws. "You've made a grave mistake challenging me, Whitekit." Adderkit chuckles. "However, I'll humor you..." Tail lashing once as he lowers his head to gather his half of the stick in his jaws. Lolling the wood around with his tongue until he can place a firm bite, Adderkit draws a jagged line in the sand. Whoever was tugged across the line was the loser of course. Jerking his head he wordlessly prompts Whitekit to grasp her end of the stick before he begins the count down. "Readeh," He mouths around his half, dark amber eyes narrowing. "Schet," Muscles tense and ripple as he digs his heels in, bracing himself. "Goh." He grunts, stiffening his stance as he rips his head to the side in an effort to make her stumble across the line. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

Whitekit most certainly made a mistake… if there was anything Harrierkit knew about his brother it was that he didn’t know when to stop. If Whitekit wanted a challenge she would certainly be getting one. Intrigued he stalks forward, a smirk plastered on his face. ”Bets on Whitekit!” Harrierkit cheers, intentionally poking the bear, but it was all in brotherly love.​

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Spoiler: TAGS 🪶 02-23

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 2 moons . pisces. ages on the 14th
╰ ‣ windclan kit . believes in starclan

╰ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells of the earth and dry grass , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and brown chimera . average sized WindClanner . yellow eyes

╰ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Chaotic neutral
╰ ‣ self-reliant, loyal, disciplined, direct, impatient, unsympathetic, judge mental
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, but typically displays mercy

╰ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· WEASELCLAW x SOOTSTAR, sister to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ nephew to Mintshade & Bluepool
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown
╰ ‣ apprentice to TBD
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[SCORCHSTAR]

Scorchstreak tries to keep herself as busy as possible, paws always moving, hardly leaving the tunnels except to track down difficult prey aboveground. After her evening patrol, though, the calico settles in camp to rest and watch her clanmates mill about. It takes her no time at all to spot Whitekit approaching Adderkit, offering him a stick—oh wait, no, she isn’t offering it. The pale-furred kit is offering… a game? The duo begin their tugging, and Scorchstreak cracks a smile at the sight.

She moves to stand beside Harrierkit, looking down upon the child with warm eyes. He looks nothing like her own son had at his age, but all the same she thinks he’s precious. All the clan’s kits, in fact, are precious, even when they’re teasing their fellow children. "Not confident in your brother’s abilities?" She asks with a soft puff of laughter. In truth, she is hoping that Whitekit will be able to eke out a win over the leader’s son, because the childish bragging rights would be amusing.
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[ MONSTROUS WOMAN ]​

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[SUNFLOWERMASK]

.°☀ AND IF IT EVER STARTS TO FEEL BAD, LITTLE FANG

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In the light of the setting sun, Sunflowerpaw finds their eyes caught on a flash of white flickering through the camp, a ghostly child with a stick in mouth. They watch as Whitekit presents the stick to -- Adderkit? Strange choice. Sunflowerpaw can't say they much liked the judgemental tom, in the time the two shared a den. But no, Whitekit isn't giving it to him, it seems to be a game instead. Tug of war? Huh. Sunflowerpaw draw closer.

Whitekit is at a clear disadvantage, runty kit that they are. When Harrierkit cheers for her, mostly as a playful jab at his brother, Sunflowerpaw gives a more genuine nod of agreement. They do hope Whitekit will win; Sunflowerpaw has always been inclined to root for the underdog.

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IT'S EASY TO EXPLAIN 'CAUSE THIS WORLD'S NOT TAME .°☀

⟪ OOC ⟫ ⟪ INFO ⟫ ⟪ REF ⟫

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• SUNFLOWERPAW named by their half-brother vulturemask after his friend and mentor.
  — they/them, 4 moons. semiverbal.
  — windclan apprentice, mentored by wolfsong.
  — reserved yet loyal, distrusts most.
  
  primary character, high activity. penned by saturnid.​
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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

Suddenly the day turns dark, he thinks perhaps a cloud has rolled over the sky… but when he looks up he is not greeted by a cloud. He is greeted by Scorchstreak. Not confident in your brothers abilities?
He blinks, ”Um, no it’s not that. I guess.” He doesn’t doubt Adderkit’s abilities at all, but he wasn’t going to outright confess that.

”Just… think someone should teach him not to be so…” He searches for the word, thinking about what the adults would say. ”Full of himself.” He finishes, not certain it was what he was looking for, but it was close enough. ”I think being beat by Whitekit would make him stronger… Stronger than winning to her would make him.” Well, regardless of whatever he thought… the odds were not looking good right now for Sunflowerpaw’s and Harrierkit’s bet.​

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Spoiler: TAGS 🪶 02-23

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 2 moons . pisces. ages on the 14th
╰ ‣ windclan kit . believes in starclan

╰ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells of the earth and dry grass , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and brown chimera . average sized WindClanner . yellow eyes

╰ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Chaotic neutral
╰ ‣ self-reliant, loyal, disciplined, direct, impatient, unsympathetic, judge mental
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, but typically displays mercy

╰ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· WEASELCLAW x SOOTSTAR, sister to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ nephew to Mintshade & Bluepool
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown
╰ ‣ apprentice to TBD
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[whitedawn]

Perhaps in hindsight, out of all her denmates, challenging Adderkit wasn't her best of ideas. After all, Adderkit was significantly bigger and bulky compared to her own build, though most of her denmates had a bit of a size advantage over her. However, for the ivory-hued kit, this was mostly just good fun. Yet, she wouldn't deny she was happy the other kit had accepted the game, no matter how abrupt her request was. Grabbing the other end of the branch, as the countdown began, the albino kit braced herself, ears flicking back. Digging her claws into the dirt as she tensed, she was able to at the very least prevent herself from immediately losing when the stick was yanked, a small but playful growl bubbling in her throat as she yanked back. During the entirety of the game, not that Whitekit could accurately keep track of time, she gave her own tugs with as much strength as her little form could muster. However, eventually, a decently strong tug managed to make her tumble forward, across the drawn-out line. Landing with a small oof and a small plume of dust, it caused the young girl to sneeze before she pouted with puffed cheeks. Shaking out her fur, she beamed, not upset in the slightest at her loss. With a happy trill, she spoke in her usual soft-spoken tone. "That was fun!" She chirped, head slightly inclined to the side.​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[WEASELCLAW]

Weaselclaw remembers playing a similar game with his littermate. He'd had Adderkit's competitive nature, but Vole had only been playing for fun. He'd barely cared when he'd been beaten, and it seems Whitekit does not, either. She looks at Weaselclaw's son with shining lavender-tinted eyes, not an ounce of malice in them. The tabby smiles, though it's likely to go unnoticed. He'd never been able to appreciate the innocence of kits before having his own.

"Well done, both of you," he rumbles, taking a place behind Sunflowerpaw and Harrierkit, in the space beside Scorchstreak. He hadn't missed Harrierkit's reasoning for wanting Whitekit to be the victor. "Just... think someone should teach him not to be so... full of himself."

Weaselclaw looks at his blue and brown-patched kit thoughtfully. Someday, he does believe Adderkit will be humbled, and his belief is similar -- that it will make him stronger. As blue eyes travel from his middle son to his eldest thoughtfully, he wonders if that day will come anytime soon. "Maybe you should try, Harrierkit," he says.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

The game starts and soon enough the pair are pulling against one another for a chance to draw the other across the line. Within the middle of his tugging he can hear bets being placed. To his surprise all the chips fall upon Whitekit and he gathers none to his side. A flair of annoyance bubbles up within the young tom. "They think I can't win?" Adderkit thinks to himself, a small growl vibrating within his throat. He would prove them all wrong. With another hearty tug he pulls Whitekit across the line with more force than necessary, watching her tumble to the ground. There is a very small part of him that longs to apologize for making her fall as the dust clears and she chuckles about how fun it all was. However the notion is stamped out when Harrierkit makes a remark about his high level of confidence.

Adderkit's gaze darkens, the fur along the nape of his neck bristling. What's wrong with being confident in one's own strength? How could losing ever make him strong? What made Harrierkit think he knew everything, did he think he was better than him? Dropping his end of the stick Adderkit turn of his heels, his father's praise that he normally would've coveted fell upon deaf ears. "He can try with Whitekit, I'm done playing this stupid game." Flaxen paws stride off in an opposite direction, features glowering. (/out) ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

The match is indeed won by his brother, Whitekit doesn’t seem the least bit upset about the loss either, unusual… Harrierkit is pretty sure if he lost he’d be at least silently upset. What baffled him was Adderkit won and ended up being the kit upset, dumbfounded he watches his older by minutes brother storm off. It was definitely me. He thinks immediately, and at this point in time he doesn’t feel sorry. Adderkit needed to learn not to get so hurt by words, he thought dueling it out via tug of war would’ve been right up his alley too.

He looks to his father, ”I’ll play… but don’t you think Whitekit is a little…” His voice trails off quietly next to his father, there’s an unspoken word the tabby will likely be able to register. Nonetheless he moves over to Whitekit, vowing he would absolutely not let her win, that’d be embarrassing.

He picks up the end of the stick Adderkit once held and nods, lets go then!​

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Spoiler: TAGS 🪶 02-23

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 2 moons . pisces. ages on the 14th
╰ ‣ windclan kit . believes in starclan

╰ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells of the earth and dry grass , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and brown chimera . average sized WindClanner . yellow eyes

╰ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Chaotic neutral
╰ ‣ self-reliant, loyal, disciplined, direct, impatient, unsympathetic, judge mental
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, but typically displays mercy

╰ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· WEASELCLAW x SOOTSTAR, sister to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ nephew to Mintshade & Bluepool
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown
╰ ‣ apprentice to TBD
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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