one two three! ready start - let's spar! [ p ]

[wolfie]

┆彡 T H E S I N - E A T E R ☆

HE . HIM . 57 MOONS . RIVERCLAN WARRIOR

heavily scarred & skinny black tom with white speckles; cloudy light amber eyes. walks with a prominent limp & has protruding fangs that overlap his bottom lip.

content + interaction warning : this character frequently explores themes of mental health, complex trauma, and abuse

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└➤ ⌗ @vellichor

Typically, Wormbite would prefer to keep his distance with the younger generation if possible. He did not hate them, but they were.. difficult to talk to, typically. Still, he wanted the best for them and was working his way on helping them improve their skills. He was a bit rusty with talking to younger cats though much less teaching them, so that's where Frigidfang came in. A younger warrior, but hopefully decent.

The oriental padded up to the tom, dipping his head in greeting. "Hello. Would you like to spar?" Simple, and straight to the point.

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★ ULTIMATE PREDATOR ★ JUST A SCRATCH ★ SHADOW FIEND ★ SURVIVAL INSTINCTS

[vellichor]

•° Frigidfang °•
Monkey's Paw

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Wormbite's quiet approach startled the young tom, but thankfully he didn't quite show it other than jumping the smallest bit when the older warrior spoke up. Which didn't matter anyway, because Wormbite was blind. Thank the Gods. A simple request, but one that brought a small smile to the warrior's face nonetheless. "It would be my pleasure," he responded simply. The black and white cat stood up and carefully headed toward the entrance to RiverClan's temporary camp. "After you."

// @wolfie \\