- Oct 5, 2024
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ooc - permission given to powerplay!! cw for ptsd flashbacks, depictions of a panic attack and discussion of past abuse. the start is marked with a ✵
It begins like any other sparring match with Puddlepaw. Even though she's taken a life now, Lavenderpaw still gives them both the indulgence of letting her circle him for a while if she so wishes. It's a comforting normalcy he wants to offer them both, after the upheaval in the wake of her first kill. But they're both distracted. Distraction leads to accidents.
They're almost of the same height, despite Lavenderpaw being older, so he has to reach to cuff her upside the head. It would have been a harmless decision were Puddlepaw not as tangled up in her own mind as she is, off-kilter, not fully here. Later, when his mind has cleared, he'll reflect that a part of her must still be standing over that ThunderClan apprentice's lifeless body with empty eyes. She's not well. It makes her sloppy.
She ducks with a speed that impresses him for a split second -- but then her claws dig into the soft flesh where his foreleg meets his torso, and a spike of sheer panic stabs through his entire body.
✵ He's a kit again. Freshly orphaned, his Nonna is the only adult he has, her claws are piercing his underarm as he squeals in pain. He doesn't understand what he did, why she's hurting him, until she pins him and stares into his eyes: This is the only way to love in the wild. Betrayal, confusion, fear, it's Puddlepaw standing in front of him, he can see her as clear as day, part of him knows it's only her -- but he feels like it's Nonna. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop.
Lavenderpaw reels back from her, his chest heaving. "N-no -- I'm sorry, please --" This is the only way to love in the wild. It's not his fault, she's the one who hurt him, but he's done something wrong, he wasn't good enough, he squealed when she told him to grit his teeth and bear it. "Please --"
Vision blurs, and Lavenderpaw is gone.
"Get away. From him!" The voice is Lavenderpaw's, but the smoothness is gone, replaced by guttural hostility. Flattened ears, a tense defensive posture. "Back. Back! He can't do this again." He has to protect him. It's what he was made for. He blinked into existence one day, Lavenderpaw's will to live personified, and shouldered the worst of the pain and fear. The young molly standing in front of him is a threat, one he'll incapacitate and escape from if necessary.
A commotion breaks out -- strangers to him, gathering around to gawk at Lavenderpaw's pain. His claws flex. Should take out. Their eyes! Get away from us! There's too many of them, but he readies himself for a fight anyway.
ooc - he's finally here. my boy!! @Puddlepaw
It begins like any other sparring match with Puddlepaw. Even though she's taken a life now, Lavenderpaw still gives them both the indulgence of letting her circle him for a while if she so wishes. It's a comforting normalcy he wants to offer them both, after the upheaval in the wake of her first kill. But they're both distracted. Distraction leads to accidents.
They're almost of the same height, despite Lavenderpaw being older, so he has to reach to cuff her upside the head. It would have been a harmless decision were Puddlepaw not as tangled up in her own mind as she is, off-kilter, not fully here. Later, when his mind has cleared, he'll reflect that a part of her must still be standing over that ThunderClan apprentice's lifeless body with empty eyes. She's not well. It makes her sloppy.
She ducks with a speed that impresses him for a split second -- but then her claws dig into the soft flesh where his foreleg meets his torso, and a spike of sheer panic stabs through his entire body.
✵ He's a kit again. Freshly orphaned, his Nonna is the only adult he has, her claws are piercing his underarm as he squeals in pain. He doesn't understand what he did, why she's hurting him, until she pins him and stares into his eyes: This is the only way to love in the wild. Betrayal, confusion, fear, it's Puddlepaw standing in front of him, he can see her as clear as day, part of him knows it's only her -- but he feels like it's Nonna. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop.
Lavenderpaw reels back from her, his chest heaving. "N-no -- I'm sorry, please --" This is the only way to love in the wild. It's not his fault, she's the one who hurt him, but he's done something wrong, he wasn't good enough, he squealed when she told him to grit his teeth and bear it. "Please --"
Vision blurs, and Lavenderpaw is gone.
"Get away. From him!" The voice is Lavenderpaw's, but the smoothness is gone, replaced by guttural hostility. Flattened ears, a tense defensive posture. "Back. Back! He can't do this again." He has to protect him. It's what he was made for. He blinked into existence one day, Lavenderpaw's will to live personified, and shouldered the worst of the pain and fear. The young molly standing in front of him is a threat, one he'll incapacitate and escape from if necessary.
A commotion breaks out -- strangers to him, gathering around to gawk at Lavenderpaw's pain. His claws flex. Should take out. Their eyes! Get away from us! There's too many of them, but he readies himself for a fight anyway.
ooc - he's finally here. my boy!! @Puddlepaw
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✦cis male (he/him)ㅤ/undetermined sexuality, padding after stonestrike
✦ㅤ9 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 16th of the month
✦ㅤapprentice of shadowclan for 3 moons
✦ㅤrosa x thymeㅤ/ㅤraised by his nonna
✦ㅤmentoring n/aㅤ/ㅤmentored by halfsun
✦ㅤpenned by solaireㅤ/ㅤmessage aurumbones on discord for plots!
lavenderpaw is a small, spiky-furred black smoke tom. the pupils of his sunlight-amber eyes are ringed in icy periwinkle. his paws and the bridge of his nose are startlingly white against his dark pelt. the tips of his ears are frostbitten, and a thin scar is visible on his forehead above his right eye. his clanmates know him as a reserved, solitary shadow around camp.