private WICKED SCHEMES [✦] Addervenom

[HARRIERSTRIPE]

Harrierstripe pads behind Addervenom, his fur prickling as they step through the marshes and eventually wind up near the thunderpath. They had proposed to go and check out the WindClan border today, it was tempting to strut over the black cement and rightfully mark their land. So long as there was no sign of immediate rogues, perhaps he would.

Yet something else stirred in his mind, something other then getting their land back. The entire family has grieved Weaselclaw in their own way, Harrierstripe and Addervenom included. He looks to his broad-shouldered brother, ”Before he passed, you spoke with him. Didn’t you?” He would know what Harrierstripe meant, ‘he’ as in their fallen father. The tom they had all respected and looked up to. Harrierstripe had last spoken to him as a mere ‘paw, it had been devastating to never walk beside his father as a warrior. He grieves it everyday.

”…He has enemies here, y’know. Loads of ‘em, they’re probably giddy with his absence.” He sneers, his voice dripping with both venom and disgust. ”Smokethroat being one of him… it’d be easy to get him now… We- we should.” Before StarClan gives him nine lives, before he becomes near impossible to kill. His claws dig into the earth and he sees red, he looks to Addervenom eager for his agreement.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• >> @Addervenom B)
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  » Harrierkit . Harrierpaw . Harrierstripe
  » WindClan Warrior
  » He/him
  » A black and chocolate chimera with golden eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » A foe who uses jeers and jaunts to distract his opponents.
  » Excels in using terrain to his advantage.
  » Fights to outwit and see another day.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Addervenom]

The pungent musk of rouge overlaid the faint, albeit rightful, scent of windclan across the blacktop. It makes his blood broil, sizzling within as he glared across the open moor. That was their home. For it to be sullied by outsiders left his pelt prickling and longing for another chance to score his claws upon their flesh. For a moment he even contemplates seeking one out, ignoring the consequences it may bring. However, his thoughts are disrupted by Harrierstripe's voice. Although his head does not move, Addervenom's gaze does cut to the side in order to meet liquid gold. "Before he passed, you spoke with him. Didn't you?" A lowly sigh flutters from his nostrils, allowing his attention to focus forward once more, staring across the moorland.

There was no need for him to answer a question his littermate knew all too well. But his memory does flash back. There he stands before the thin, withered frame of their father. Dull eyed as coughing fits wracked his body. There is not a day that goes by where he wished a dose of that cure had gone to Weaselclaw rather than some other clanmate. The low tone of his brother's voice stirs again, expressing a clear distaste for their father's enemies. But more importantly, a will to do something about it. A sense of pride swells within his chest, elated to hear someone share his innermost thoughts. Because of this he chooses to finally respond.

Broad shoulders aid in pivoting his stance, leaving him to face Harrierstripe. "And we shall, brother. We will get him and more." Addervenom's bulky skull hangs low, hs own vocals leaking potent venom. "I was determined to keep it to myself. But, seeing as you feel as strongly as I do about our father's enemies I will tell you." They were more or less Weasleclaw's final words to him, a dying wish for him to carry out. "I made a comment, about the two of us tearing a life from Cicadastar on the battlefield one day." It was a jest. Though it would be a grand accomplishment he only wished to see Weasleclaw smile at that moment.

He leveled Harrierstipe a scrutinizing look, gaging the tom's expression before continuing on. "He asked me not to stop there, but to kill the kittypet king and Chilledstar too. He dubbed me a star killer, Harrierstripe." The utterance of his self proclaimed title sent phantom power coursing through his veins. Ivory claws seep into the mud beneath their paws, retreating once more as he lifts his head higher. "I extend an invitation to you as well, if you want it. Together I believe we can rid the clans of his enemies." ​

»»———- windclan warrior / nine moons old / he/him ———-««​

 

[HARRIERSTRIPE]

Harrierstripe grins at his brother’s agreement. How pleased he was that he felt the same, that he would join Addervenom in his conquest. What he hadn’t been expecting was to hear his tabby brother was already on a similar quest of his own. Weaselclaw asked Addervenom to kill not only Smokethroat, but Chilledstar and Blazestar too. His eyes grow wide, envious that he had not been the one to recieve this task.

Addervenom looks to him now, his claws burrowing into the murky ground they stand upon. He lifts his head high and extends an invitation, to be a star killer and rid Weaselclaw’s enemies from this earth. Yellow eyes glow with sick ambition as he pictures him side-by-side with his brother, their claws sticky with blood. He can see himself now looking down at their foes with wide, terrified eyes, he can imagine watching the life drain as they together bring them to their end.

”I would love nothing more.” His head rises, removed from his slouched position, ”Together we will kill them, and all who make enemies of us after.” They would teach the clans that it was not only their parents to be feared, but their unruly sons as well.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Harrierkit . Harrierpaw . Harrierstripe
  » WindClan Warrior
  » He/him
  » A black and chocolate chimera with golden eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » A foe who uses jeers and jaunts to distract his opponents.
  » Excels in using terrain to his advantage.
  » Fights to outwit and see another day.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Addervenom]

In the midst of his invitation being accepted a rare grin spread across his chocolate maw, lopsided and toothy. He could picture it now. Painting the land crimson all for the sake of their father and for windclan's honor. Brothers in arms, who break such an unshakeable bond? "Then it's settled." Addervenom rasped with a curt nod of his head. Perhaps once the rogues were dealt with and they reclaimed their rightful ownership over the moors again they could revisit the topic in greater detail. But out here on foreign territory he was reluctant to continue on, not with how many clans sat congested in one spot. "Come, let's return before anyone becomes too suspicious." He muttered with a tap of his tail against his brother's shoulder. Anyone was liable to overhear something and they were lucky to speak with one another this long without being disrupted. ​

»»———- windclan warrior / ten moons old / he/him ———-««​