but hungered for war [p]

[nykyrian]

♔|Aspenpaw|♔

He/Him | @Rose | WC: 187

He had a plan. He had had it for a while, he just hadn't gathered up the courage to enact it. Not that he was scared of her or anything, he was better than her in every possible way, but if he couldn't convince her to go along with it, that would be straight-up embarrassing. And sure, a simple conversation with Dawnstar could probably resolve the whole issue, but he couldn't dare to face her, at least not now. He had failed her, in so many ways he wasn't sure how he could redeem that, at least not for while. Besides, a small part of him just wanted to kick the enforcer's ass.

But today was the day, he could tell. He had been watching Larkfire for a while now (which wasn't creepy at all, he was a spy, not a stalker), and it was time. He did a quick groom-over his fur, before approaching her (she was his superior after all for whatever that meant). A deep breath, then speak. "I have a proposition for you." He stated simply, a smirk tugging lightly at his lips.

#74

[Rose]

Larkfire
She/Her

Generally, Larkfire wouldn't spare a second thought for someone under her. Someone who wasn't even a constant presence in her mind. Except... Aspenpaw seemed to want to bother her to the point that she thought of nothing else, and it was working. She didn't know what had caught her attention enough to be annoyed. Maybe it'd been because after having saved him from that twoleg house (obviously, he'd been the damsel in distress and Lark the knight in shining armor, she would have it no other way) the damned idiot hadn't even thanked her. Not that she cared. Pfft, no she didn't ... She didn't.

Turning in the direction of his voice - for one could only ignore so long - Larkfire arched an incredulous eyebrow at his offer. And that self-righteous smile, it infuriated her just as much as Darkfall's did. "Who's to say your proposition will do me any good?" The youngest enforcer challenged, amber hues narrowing slightly.

[ @nykyrian - Aspenpaw ]

[nykyrian]

♔|Aspenpaw|♔

He/Him | @Rose | WC: 164

Now if the boy could read minds, he would've started a fight right then and there. But luckily enough for Larkfire, he couldn't, so she was safe for now.

"I think you will find it will" -if you would just let me speak. The tricky thing about his plan, was that it relied on her hating him as much as he hated her, but not hating him enough to make his life hell if he lost. A delicate balance if you will. But the offset was a chance he was willing to take because he was confident he would win. He had too battles and three spars under his belt, and what did she have? Well actually he wasn't too sure, but no doubt he would find out.

"See what I propose is a spar, with a bet attached. If you win you get something you want, and vice versa." He let that sink in for a moment, mischief gleaming in his mossy eyes.

#80

[Rose]

Larkfire
She/Her

"A bet?" Larkfire scoffed, the words rolling incredulously off her tongue. They were filled with unfair scorn, as if she was an innocent soul and had never wagered anything in her life. "Unlike you, Aspenpaw, I don't gamble." She didn't know why she was making such a big deal of it, but Aspenpaw's close proximity seemed to make her throw caution out the window.

Unfortunately, her show of haughtiness only lasted so long, before the young Enforcer found herself glowering over her shoulder at her companion. "Fine." She huffed after a moment, amber hues narrowed with concentration. "I'll agree to your little game." Her gaze flickered down to his smile. "Why are you smiling?" She asked irritatingly, her own mouth dipping downwards into a befuddled frown. He was up to something, and Larkfire wouldn't let herself be caught unawares. Although, her stomach did clench with unease. She was treading shark-infested waters here.

[ @nykyrian - Aspenpaw | I have half a mind to let her lose because putting her through whatever Aspenpaw is planning sounds very fun to roleplay out Besides, I'd have no idea what Lark would demand from Aspen ]

[nykyrian]

♔|Aspenpaw|♔

He/Him | @Rose | WC: 174

His eyes rolled at her words. He wasn't a fan of this innocent facade, she wasn't morally better than him whatever she claimed. There was no innocence in Shadowclan, they were founded on corruption and violence.

It's what made them the best.

He watched the young enforcer with intrigue. She hadn't refused him yet, and he could tell she was thinking about it. His misery was cut short soon after the thought when he heard one sweet word come out of the she-cat's mouth Fine. After such a long time of waiting (which he was now glad for the more he thought about it, it had given him time to heal from his last spar) , victory would finally be his.

"I'll agree to your little game. Why are you smiling?"

"I'm just lucky for your participation." He chuckled, jogging towards the exit. He didn't ask about what she would want from him, that wouldn't matter in the end, she didn't stand a chance against him. Hopefully, she didn't know that though. "Let's do this."

#83

[Rose]

Larkfire
She/Her

Truth be told, Lark probably found all of Aspenpaw's movements and actions to be highly suspicious. Maybe she was being paranoid, maybe not, but the words that came out of his maw next had the young Enforcer rooted to the ground. All she could do was restrain glaring at her companion.

'I'm just lucky for your participation.'

What the heck was that supposed to mean? Eyes narrowing even more - if that was possible - Larkfire slunk after her suddenly cheery former denmate, trying to refrain from asking him why the hell he was so happy with himself all of a sudden. "Yes, lets." She said eventually, rolling her shoulders and offering Aspenpaw a sardonic smile. "Just remember that if I pretend to get hurt or faint you'll have to carry me back." She told him snidely, amber gaze betraying the raw amusement she felt at her own words.

[ @nykyrian - Aspenpaw ]

[nykyrian]

♔ Aspenpaw ♔

He/Him | @Rose | WC: 123

Larkfire seemed unnecessarily suspicious of him, which was unfair because his attentions were pure, well mostly. He didn't want anything negative from her in the end, he just wanted to beat her, and that wasn’t a crime. The boy was nothing but an apprentice, she shouldn’t be worried. He didn't consider himself that much of an ass that no one could trust him. (Because he'd totally given reasons for her too, he helped her learn how to climb and everything. ) The calico let out a snort at her response. "I'm not too worried you're pretty small."

It was an odd thought that this was him being nice, but really the only time he wasn't throwing insults around was that one talk with that warrior he had not long ago, and don't get him wrong that was only because he was sleep deprived. He didn't have a caring side to him, that would be impossible. Besides his advice then didn't seem to do much, not long after their conversation that cat went missing like so many others. It was a shame, they had potential.

The pair had fallen into a dull silence, leaving the older cat alone to his thoughts. That train quickly disappeared though, as he found himself at the place of his end goal. It was the same clearing where he had fought Poisonpaw and a few others. It had served him well enough so far, not that he needed a home court advantage to beat Larkfire or anything. It was just an easy choice. "Any rules before we start?" It may have been his idea, but she was further up rank wise, and he couldn't care less about what happened.

(This is so late I'm sorry, I'll be better with replies so that this does not drag on forever lmao)

#97

[Rose]

Larkfire
She/Her

Small. Ha. Somehow, though, Larkfire didn't find too much insult in the words. She wasn't small, exactly, but she wasn't the most well-built. Larkfire was more lean and slim and slender than pure muscle. It didn't bother her too much, except that Aspenpaw seemed to think he could carry her easily. If she had to be carried, there was no way in hell she was making it simple for him.

When Aspenpaw lapsed into silence, so too did Larkfire, training only a step behind him. She even went so far as to side-eye him, scrutinizing him and all that he was as they walked. He was older than her, and yet still he was an apprentice. Lark hoped that meant he didn't have too much fighting training...

Of course, with young age came arrogance, - and Larkfire seemed to have no self-control around Aspenpaw - so when the tom in question turned to ask her that fated inquiry, Larkfire couldn't help herself; she smirked ignorantly at the older feline before her. "Rules?" She asked haughtily. "You think I need rules to beat you?" The molly questioned, taking a few steps back and dropping into a defensive stance. "You can take your sweet time and label a few rules of your own if you want, though."

[ @nykyrian - Aspenpaw ]