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-ˋˏ ༻☽༺ ˎˊ- I'M SURROUNDED BY A DEEP DARK SEA - cw for blood, death, descriptive gore, mentions of abuse & trauma
The battle between Sootstar and Sunstride's respective followers was raging all throughout camp. Slatetooth was one of the first to jump to Sunstride's side the moment Soostar made her egocentric monologue. You all belong to me. the menacing molly had stated, so boldly and sure. In hindsight, he wondered if she expected so many cats to defy her in that very moment, to fight for their freedom and safety.
The oppression that followed from her hounds only fueled his rage further. Harbringermoon had declared Slatetooth's worth to be less than dung. Called him a traitor, a rogue. Nightmareface, similarly, told him his honor was weak. That he was throwing away everything he had, for a coward over a couple stolen kits. Hypocrites, the lot of them were. But Slatetooth's predicament wouldn't satisfy their accusations - he had nothing in WindClan, right from the start. His mothers were long dead; his brother was no more than an acquaintance; and his father, dear Lynxtooth, was the monster behind it all.
Even now, insults were spit his way as he was pinned to the ground by the smaller molly, Nightmareface, while was vulnerable from his own blind rampage. StarClan bless Foxglare, who came to his rescue, tearing the she-cat off of him and ordering him to run - while he lost a chunk of his ear from her blood-hungry fangs, and was littered in cuts and scratches, he was otherwise in enough shape to run.
That's when he ran into him. Lynxtooth. As he spun around and darted away from Nightamareface and Foxglare, fate put him right underneath his father's glare - he had ran into him, stopping just inches away from the ginger tom. In those fiery orange eyes, he saw many emotions: fury, betrayal, disgust. None of which were befitting a father. But unlike the meek apprentice he once was, Slatetooth's own green eyes met his father with a similar hatred. He was no longer the push-over he once was.
Still, the idea of fighting his father terrified him, to some degree. Contrary to the heat in his enraged expression, his paws were planted firmly to the ground, frozen in place - his blood ran cold, while his head rushed with adrenaline. Memories of his training under his father's ruthless claws filled him with dread, with fear - but simultaneously, determination. This was his chance at freedom. The chance he should have taken many times - when the many cats have fled WindClan's grasp, when the journey to the mountains began. Now, if he fled.. he wouldn't be alone. And, most importantly, he wouldn't let his father get in his way. "Lynxtooth," he hissed, meeting his father's gaze unwaveringly. His bloodied claws flexed into the frozen dirt, and his muscles bunched with anticipation. "Move." If you don't, Slatetooth thought, I will cleanse the moors from your barbarity. No longer will I - will we - suffer by your greed. No matter what it takes.
The battle between Sootstar and Sunstride's respective followers was raging all throughout camp. Slatetooth was one of the first to jump to Sunstride's side the moment Soostar made her egocentric monologue. You all belong to me. the menacing molly had stated, so boldly and sure. In hindsight, he wondered if she expected so many cats to defy her in that very moment, to fight for their freedom and safety.
The oppression that followed from her hounds only fueled his rage further. Harbringermoon had declared Slatetooth's worth to be less than dung. Called him a traitor, a rogue. Nightmareface, similarly, told him his honor was weak. That he was throwing away everything he had, for a coward over a couple stolen kits. Hypocrites, the lot of them were. But Slatetooth's predicament wouldn't satisfy their accusations - he had nothing in WindClan, right from the start. His mothers were long dead; his brother was no more than an acquaintance; and his father, dear Lynxtooth, was the monster behind it all.
Even now, insults were spit his way as he was pinned to the ground by the smaller molly, Nightmareface, while was vulnerable from his own blind rampage. StarClan bless Foxglare, who came to his rescue, tearing the she-cat off of him and ordering him to run - while he lost a chunk of his ear from her blood-hungry fangs, and was littered in cuts and scratches, he was otherwise in enough shape to run.
That's when he ran into him. Lynxtooth. As he spun around and darted away from Nightamareface and Foxglare, fate put him right underneath his father's glare - he had ran into him, stopping just inches away from the ginger tom. In those fiery orange eyes, he saw many emotions: fury, betrayal, disgust. None of which were befitting a father. But unlike the meek apprentice he once was, Slatetooth's own green eyes met his father with a similar hatred. He was no longer the push-over he once was.
Still, the idea of fighting his father terrified him, to some degree. Contrary to the heat in his enraged expression, his paws were planted firmly to the ground, frozen in place - his blood ran cold, while his head rushed with adrenaline. Memories of his training under his father's ruthless claws filled him with dread, with fear - but simultaneously, determination. This was his chance at freedom. The chance he should have taken many times - when the many cats have fled WindClan's grasp, when the journey to the mountains began. Now, if he fled.. he wouldn't be alone. And, most importantly, he wouldn't let his father get in his way. "Lynxtooth," he hissed, meeting his father's gaze unwaveringly. His bloodied claws flexed into the frozen dirt, and his muscles bunched with anticipation. "Move." If you don't, Slatetooth thought, I will cleanse the moors from your barbarity. No longer will I - will we - suffer by your greed. No matter what it takes.
┌── WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG
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YOU'RE A LOADED GUN ──┐
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⭃ a reclusive short-haired black tom with low white and green eyes.
⭃ mate to no one. son of lynxtooth x adelaide. brother to gravelsnap and ashpaw.
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
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