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why is there a murder at my sparring session!!! [ p ]
★ ✧ ˗ˏˋ The Sin Eater ´ˎ˗ ✧ ★
⌗ HE | HIM . . 61 MOONS . . RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ⌗
┆彡 black-furred tall & sinewy tom with vitiligo resulting in white speckles covering his fur; heavily scarred across his entire body, missing half his left ear. his eyes are a light cloudy amber due to his blindness --- has protruding fangs that overlap his bottom lip & walks with a prominent limp. smells like spicy citrus with an underlying petrichor scent. speaks in a low & raspy monotone voice. ✮
➺ wormbite could not quite recall the last time he had the chance to spar with another experienced warrior. despite the ache in his bones, he kept himself busy with apprentices & the his typical daily routine. still, he could not help but feel his sparring skills were being neglected.
the oriental stepped slowly into owlstar's den, but not fully; only part of his body fully entered. unable to emerge himself without feeling the walls start to close in on him. "hullo, " he greets in a raspy voice, sleek tail twitching back and forth. "i would like to spar with you, " he stated bluntly, having no interest in wasting time with mere small talk. besides, wormbite truly was not familiar with this molly. (he supposed these days he kept everyone at a distance.) still, he could not help but be curious. she had been sticking around longer than he expected.
he would stare owl-ishly (pun intended) at owlstar for a few beats, offering her a few moments to gather her barrings. unfortunately, the sin-eater would only offer those moments. whether she declined or accepted, his venture outside of camp would continue. wormbite turned away, long tail gesturing for her to follow if she so wished. he walked out of her den and headed off in the direction of the camp's exit.
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Re: why is there a murder at my sparring session!!! [ p ]
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Originally Posted by wolfie
★ ✧ ˗ˏˋ The Sin Eater ´ˎ˗ ✧ ★
⌗ HE | HIM . . 61 MOONS . . RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ⌗
┆彡 black-furred tall & sinewy tom with vitiligo resulting in white speckles covering his fur; heavily scarred across his entire body, missing half his left ear. his eyes are a light cloudy amber due to his blindness --- has protruding fangs that overlap his bottom lip & walks with a prominent limp. smells like spicy citrus with an underlying petrichor scent. speaks in a low & raspy monotone voice. ✮
➺ wormbite could not quite recall the last time he had the chance to spar with another experienced warrior. despite the ache in his bones, he kept himself busy with apprentices & the his typical daily routine. still, he could not help but feel his sparring skills were being neglected.
the oriental stepped slowly into owlstar's den, but not fully; only part of his body fully entered. unable to emerge himself without feeling the walls start to close in on him. "hullo, " he greets in a raspy voice, sleek tail twitching back and forth. "i would like to spar with you, " he stated bluntly, having no interest in wasting time with mere small talk. besides, wormbite truly was not familiar with this molly. (he supposed these days he kept everyone at a distance.) still, he could not help but be curious. she had been sticking around longer than he expected.
he would stare owl-ishly (pun intended) at owlstar for a few beats, offering her a few moments to gather her barrings. unfortunately, the sin-eater would only offer those moments. whether she declined or accepted, his venture outside of camp would continue. wormbite turned away, long tail gesturing for her to follow if she so wished. he walked out of her den and headed off in the direction of the camp's exit.
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`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\53 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
Her eye traced the streams of sunlight peaking through the curtain of lichen, wondering how close she could get to the entrance to enjoy the sun before she slowly inched out of her own den.
She was thinking about other things though. A new landmark had finally been secured, exactly what her clan needed. Another hunting spot, even if it did contain a looming lighthouse. The air around it seemed compact and tight, holding its breath like how her bones would ache before a storm. But it wouldn't kill a cat. Maybe make this fur stand up.
A sharp smell which echoed that of an orange tree tainted her nose. Wormbite followed soon after, the scarred oriental shifting into her den.
She would've batted his muzzle for coming in there without asking for her approval. In fact, she even lurched forward, eyes narrowed in annoyance, but his offer intrigued her almost as much as his wide eyed stare. The leader slowly lowered her paw and titled her head, brown fur growing light at its tips from the dust in her den.
After a long while of staring, he exited without her scolding him. Hm, was it that big of a deal anyways? She was willing to ignore it, just this once anyways. She stretched out her back and curled up her spine, legs tightening beneath matted fur. It would be good for her, and it was shady enough to be enjoyable. Not that she minded any kind of weather, any day was a good day if nocat died.
She pushed herself through lichen, likely carrying some of the plant with her as she walked out into territory, following Wormbite at his heels. "Ain't much a talker, eh?" she mostly said it to herself, but she wouldn't have minded if Wormbite heard her. Her tone wasn't accusatory, mainly curious. An observation. That's all. She'd only interacted with Wormbite so many times, he was alright.
Re: why is there a murder at my sparring session!!! [ p ]
★ ✧ ˗ˏˋ The Sin Eater ´ˎ˗ ✧ ★
⌗ HE | HIM . . 61 MOONS . . RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ⌗
┆彡 black-furred tall & sinewy tom with vitiligo resulting in white speckles covering his fur; heavily scarred across his entire body, missing half his left ear. his eyes are a light cloudy amber due to his blindness --- has protruding fangs that overlap his bottom lip & walks with a prominent limp. smells like spicy citrus with an underlying petrichor scent. speaks in a low & raspy monotone voice. ✮
➺ the sound of pawsteps following him came as a brief surprise. at the sound of her lurching (although she only stifled it) had made the black-furred tom assume that was denial as any. he was pleased she accepted his offer. a restlessness had spread across his pelt like a wildfire. it had been an awful long time since he was given the chance to spar with someone who had similar experience in battle.
wormbite's nose twitched at the smell of woody and .. an underlying smoky sweet. he supposed the plant around her den were hard to get rid of scent wise. cloudy amber irises flickered over the scarred feline, cocking an eyebrow at her. ,,.... ,,,, he would confess he couldn't quite recall the last time he had a conversation with someone that wasn't regarding work. so many moons ago he would put in more effort but ah, the oriental was tired.
attention briefly diverted while they walked, his ears listened to a nearby bird in the surrounding trees. awfully familiar. reminiscence of a forgotten time. "..the coo-cooing coming from the tree to the left us belongs to a mourning dove.." he mewed to owlstar. almost as if proving the point he could. ".. their skills in regards to nests are poor but it allows for easy access to their eggs. " mm. yum. a shame they weren't hunting.
wormbite took a sharp turn, moving slowly down a slope before pushing through an overgrown entrance to reveal a hidden, flat clearing with a large rock in the middle. ah, his favorite place throughout the territory. a second home. he didn't give the leader a warning before whirling on his paws. he took a sudden jump to her left side, whiskers twitching and sensing the nearby vibrations before moving to rise up on his hindlegs and try to slam his paws on her side. he kept his claws sheathed. alas, let the spar begin!
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why is there a murder at my sparring session!!! [ p ]
