private We don't follow crowds ☄ Bloodwing

[SINGEGLARE]

*+:｡.｡ The second he managed to find Bloodwing alone, Singeglare - teeth bared, claws prickling the soil - pounced -

Bumping his head amicably against his best friends' "Bloodwing! Not too shabby of a name" Singeglare would say with a smirk. Standing this close to Bloodwing, he was reminded with a twinge of irritation how much taller she stood compared to him. "I would've hoped by the time we became warriors that we'd be the same height" he sighs, before aiming to swipe at her ears, a playful punishment for her genes' transgressions.

With the lighthearted boxing out of the way, Singeglare would step back and admire his friend, though his gaze would linger on her ear. An injury he'd caused more than half their ages ago. "I uh...I don't remember if I ever apologized for dragging you into that stupid plan of mine." he says with an awkward huff, turning his green-blue eyes away. "I'm sorry. And before you chew my ear off - iT wAs My DeCiSiOn - yeah no shit, I was there when Chilledstar yelled at you too but...still. Sorry. It was my plan, my failure," he eyes her scar again, "and it ain't right you paid a lot more for it."

Sappiness tasted like burnt sugar in his mouth, so he shakes off the uncomfortable vulnerability and refocuses on the high rock. "Can't believe we actually managed to make it, though. Seriously would've thought one of us would've at least gotten held back" he snickers the "one of us" mainly insinuating himself. Wounds, bad behavior, and a mentor change had done their best to keep him in the apprentice's den...yet here they were!
They did it.

His jaw clenches, discomfort rising in his chest, "Fucking sucks Chilledstar and Smogstar ain't here to see us move dens though. Fucking assholes"

*°:⋆ₓₒ Updated 10/4/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☄ Singeglare
  ☄ Cismale — He/him — Heterosexual
  ☄ 12 moons — Ages 1 moon every month on the 2nd
  ☄ NPC x Duckshimmer (brother to Swallowflutter, Sneezeduck)
  ☄ Shadowclan — warrior
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☄ Physically medium | mentally somewhat easy
  ☄ Attack inbold #b8312f
  injuries: none
  

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[BLOODWING]

The she cat wiggled her haunches as she spotted her friend about to pounce, flashing sharklike teeth in a 'well come on then' gesture. Then, Singeglare bunted her and, in a display of competitiveness and goodwill, Bloodwing bumped his head back just the slightest bit harder. "It's pretty cool, innit? Suppose Singeglare ain't too bad either," she grinned, ducking beneath a swipe at her ears. She paused deliberately at the trough of her bow, meeting the flame point's eye level before jumping back to her full height. She'd gotten lucky growing when she did, in a ShadowClan plentiful with food, there had been nothing to stunt her.

The other turned serious for a moment and the fur across her spine bristled. An apology for what once was, an apology she was certain she'd already heard before, yet she didn't remind Singeglare of his past remorse. She blinked softly but felt little had changed within her heart. She'd never wanted to blame the tom for it. Neither of them were prone to listening, the only way they could've found out the world was full of monsters was to see one themselves. Who was more at fault, the tom who met the monster, or the monster itself? Since she first felt blood rush down the side of her face, she'd had her answer.

"Mate, my ear ain't worth more than your life. If that mouseheart didn't have two chucklefucks to focus on, who knows how far he'd have gone kicking your tail." She rolled her shoulders. Whatever guilt the other felt likely wouldn't be soothed by her words, but she had to try. "Besides, there's plenty of moons to get a scar for me later. I'll find a nice WindClanner to scrap with if it'll make you feel better," she teased with a whip of her tail, aiming to shoulder bump the other as he looked away.

The change of topic was almost as swift as Granitepelt's assault. Orange eyes blinked profusely before she plopped back onto her haunches, more than happy to move on. "You mean you?" She smirked. Bloodwing hadn't been too worried about the possibility, wild as she was and as incompetent at hunting as she was, her thoughts were innocent, telling her that good would always overcome evil, that if she tried hard enough she would always prevail. It was the hubris of morality, one she'd never seen her friend share. He was good, but he was not good, but she'd always liked him in spite of it.

A reminder of that came as he spoke of Smogstar and Chilledstar. Uncomfortably, she kneaded her paws. "Least we got our families though, yeah? Your mom spoken to you about your ceremony?"





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