And, if you are, why do you want to hang out with me?
Eyes that were steady on the ground opened just a bit wider, a flash of wonder striking the darkness within her mind; hypocritical? She stared ahead, unmoving, frozen. How was she being hypocritical? She didn’t understand. She knew what it meant, surely – and yet here she was left for silent, unsure, not knowing how to respond because she was not being hypocritical. He had been using nicknames for a feline he barely knew; she had been referring to her grandmother by her official title, the way she always had. Even Dawnstar never found issue in her words that she knew, why would she find issue in it then? Because she advised him?
She pondered these thoughts; the of the world were rather peculiar, sometimes. Their words odd and their tendencies even odder. She never quite understood; it felt like they were a foreign element compared to her – or perhaps, she was the foreign element in a world where everyone understood the same things; and Grousepaw, he said that was his name, it appeared he had the worst of it. Opposing her every scarce word with another, finding ulterior motives where there are none. It was fascinating, almost, if it wasn’t equally a bother. “...A fact. ..Respect.”
She finally stated, the vibrancy of her eyes lifting to glance at the taller one at her side. “She is… My grandmama. My mama's… mama.”
That was truth; the words slipping from her tongue like a lullaby she told herself – the ties of family so easily frayed and broken, the fragile and yet so dear to her heart.
And there he smiled. Smiled at a wordless response just given; another sight, one so strange and peculiar and uncommon – how did one treat a smile? He ate, and Sleepypaw was left perplexed, unsure. She never quite spoke this lengthily with anyone; and she felt odd sitting the way she did while he stuffed his mouth with the prey at his paws. Anxiety told her it was poison, that he was poison to her mind but the calmer sense of her thoughts pushed the younger apprentice to lean down and take a deft bite of the not-poisoned prey he had brought her, eating in small, slow bites. And he spoke.
His words puzzled her once again; he seemed to do that a lot, an ill-at-ease feeling if anything. But the answer to his words were evident, if the implication was well-understood; she couldn’t get away with anything. Frankly, she could get away with less than the average cat. She couldn’t sully Miss Grandmama or mama’s name, yet was he implying she could do harm to their reputation without repercussion? She never considered it, because it held no truth. So she shook her head. “Miss Grandmama doesn’t privilege.”
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She took their answers as a yes, only casting an annoyed look at Hollowkit." Bloody hell....." She groaned Shut up and quit trying to piss me off!"
scoffing, She returned to her other siblings. " Alright blokes, here's the game," Wildkit slowly roved her gaze over the other kits; figuring out a way to make this game more than a hassle. " So we all take turns holding this rock here." needle claws scraping over a sizable stone " And what you do, is you fling it at somebody. Hard as you can. If the stone misses, you lose a point. But if the stone hits them on the bloody melon, or anywhere else, you get a point. You also get to give them a dare that they can't say no to. For instances 'go sniff the bum of the smelliest elder' or 'go eat a rats tail' and so on, and if the victim rejects the dare they automatically lose, and we all beat them up!"
okay.. so the last part was unnecessary, but it would add some good fun. " Now we all start off with two points, the goal is not to lose those points, and to gain double the amount. So whoever reaches four points wins. Any questions? No? Okay then. Game-bloody-on fellas." Ending the introduction there, she quickly stood. "Hmmmm.... Cranekit, you get the first toss." Rolling the stone in her direction, she got into postion and awaited the chaos.
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Thrushkit stared, or rather glared at leaf. He'd get it, he really would! It wouldn't know what hit it. He was so sick of leaves, so annoying, so hard to catch. It was like he was catching actual prey with no experience whatsoever! It bothered him a lot more then it should have.
He readied his haunches and leapt and well... didn't catch the leaf. It was brought up and then slowly floated down. He grimaced, grumbling as he harshly swiped at the ground. Thrushkit was sure he'd find another more catchable leaf somewhere else! He had to get his training in after all. He needed to experience for when he became an apprentice! At least, that's what he thought.
The Commander hadn't a moment to rest, not since the move. There was training to be had, there were new Enforcers to be made. . . there was an entire list to be spewed if he wanted. To avoid feeling overwhelmed by it all, he kept it to himself, he focused on one thing at a time in the order he deemed most important. Training would always top that list, but the second was finding the cannibal that was haunting this clan. Governing the coming and going of the clan right now was going to be taxing on him and the elites. To relieve that, meant to find the killer.
Speaking of elites, one of the formers seemed to be approaching him. Frustration bubbled internally as his gaze sharpened on Darkfall. The former Enforcer was missed, although he'd been slacking for a while. Darkfall was still a trustworthy feline to have and as much as he could recommend him coming back, he knew Dawnstar would shred his ears right now even suggesting it. Something had to change. Something had to be proven in order to get that type of trust back in a cat. The dark feline couldn't go losing his temper on everyone -- as much as a majority of the clan seemed to deserve that right now.
Eyebrow raising in interest to the suggestion, the Commander would cock his head upwards to actually look at Darkfall in the eyes. They were different. Those were not the same blue eyes that sparked an interest in Hawkbite like they used to -- not that he ever pursued that feeling or tried to understand it anyway. There was little to no depth to them, just a haunting coldness that made the fur on his shoulders visibly raise. It triggered a deeper feeling of anger that Hawkbite didn't realize he'd been shoving down. It made his teeth grit. It made his claws sink into the ground. It didn't matter how large Darkfall was compared to the Commander, Hawkbite stood his ground, letting the dark feelings within him radiate through the air around him and his unwavering green hues glared at Darkfall.
"I didn't think the day would ever come, Darkfall," Hawkbite accepted the challenge.
Darkfall: "The Spectre"
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Hawkbite’s acceptance was met with a wide grin. Excellent. This would serve as a wonderful opportunity to test his skills.
”Lead the way then. As I am the one who challenged you, it’s only right that you get to choose were we spar, yeah?”The Spectre suggested. As long as the commander of the enforcers didn’t choose a spot filled with mud, there would be no complaints from him. Plus, if he were to defeat Hawkbite in a place that the tom chose to give himself an advantage, that would only serve to testify to his skills.
[ @/SuspiciousMindz this is really short but I genuinely cannot think of a proper way to respond ]
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SQUIRRELRISE she/her. 13 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death ]
oh.
all the confidence that squirrelrise had saps out of her at the speed of light. she's half tempted to just mutter a quick apology and scurry away. does she really come off as the type to only talk to someone because she needs something...? "ehm..." she shuffles her paws with a shake of her head. which, she's not sure if bite sees or not, since it turns its attention back to weaving.
"...no." she murmurs with another shake of her head, eyes flickering between the tabby and the fur (?! she's not sure what..type..) bite had begun braiding. "I wanted to..s-see what you..were doing..is..all." she explains, mentally facepalming at her words. okay..time to move forward and keep talking!! that's how conversations work. she just needs to ignore her pelt burning from minor (major) embarrassment.
"and...t-talk..too, maybe...if you don't..mind..?" she suggests reluctantly. I..have a feeling maybe gutspaw isn't the type to like small talk..or conversation at all, she thinks, biting back a heavy sigh.
ⵌ ➜ #GUTSPAW ˗ˏˋ ✮ it . teeth . bite . // fourteen moons ˎˊ˗
small spiky-furred black tabby with striking icy blue eyes. has a huge fluffy tail & a few scars in the shapes of bite-marks - notch in left ear.
❝HIGH ACHIEVER, DON'T YOU SEE? BABY, NOTHING COMES FOR FREE !!❞
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Gutspaw made a small pleased hum as it finished braiding its left cheek fur. The asymmetrical look felt nice & it contained some of its fluff.
Its icy blue eyes drifted back up once Squirrelpa - rise spoke again. She only wanted to see what bite had been doing. Its eyebrows furrowed to form a crinkle in-between, disbelief and distrust evident in its narrowing eyes. Rarely, if ever, did its clanmates bothered to interact with them. Which was fine. Gutspaw enjoyed it that way. Too bothersome to upkeep friendships or rivalships. It stared for a long period of time, startling large eyes staring unblinking at her before finally saying, "..just redecorating my nest."
If it was not already on edge before, her second statement certainly made teeth tense in preparation. It was incredibly suspicious that Squirrelrise of all cats wanted to talk with teeth. It felt as if it was a trick waiting to explode up in its face but - well, this was Squirrel of all cats. If anyone lacked a mean bone in their body, it would be her. The apprentice supposed it made enough sense. She was Goopywhisker's friend. (Actually, maybe he was the one behind this. It would have to investigate later.)
Clearing its throat, ",, we already are talkin' but yeah sure, talk away, Squirrels. Not like I can stop you," Gutspaw finally mewed, surrendering to the meaningless interaction. After all, if it went sour bite could always walk away.
Though a beat, its eyes trailed down to Squirrelrise's round, long, and most of all - ridiculously fluffy cheeks. Seems like they had only gotten bigger as she gotten older. ,,, It clicked its tongue, gaze flickering towards the remainder of the fern it had gathered. hm.
Hmm.
"Yo, you should let me braid your er, " Gutspaw gestured to its own cheek fur. It was curious. And bored and out of things to braid. "cheek fluff." It paused. "If you want."
SQUIRRELRISE she/her. 13 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death ]
squirrelrise feels like a deer in headlights under gutspaws unwavering, unblinking stare. bites eyes remind her of an owls with how large they are, and really, it just makes her want to wither away even more as she finally breaks eye contact by glancing away awkwardly. time seems to pass extremely slow, unfortunately. she lets out a breath she wasn't aware she's been holding as soon as gutspaw finally speaks.
"....ah." she murmurs under her breath, half surprised that gutspaw agreed to keep the conversation going. maybe it isn't as scary as squirrelrise remembers teeth (which, now that she thinks about it, she'd been scared of everything moons ago when they first met.) gutspaw is just very..straightforward. more intimidating than scary, though.., she reasons.
what the tabby says next definitely catches the molly off guard, though. "w-what..?" she tilts her head, looking at the cheek fur gutspaw had braided. then, she glances at her own. it is long and..!! this is a chance for her to possibly become friends with gutspaw!! stars knows she needs more, and bite is goopywhisker's sibling. admittedly, she's interested in having her fur braided too.. definitely something she's never had done before.
"oh..s-sure!! that..would be nice..thank you." she quickly answers, nodding. this is actually proving to be easier than she originally thought. so, after a moments hesitation, she speaks up once more. "how...did you, eh..learn how to - to braid..?"
[ @wolfie I just realized I misread your last post, I read it as guts braiding fur into bites nest instead of its own fur augh ]
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