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Post by shy on Feb 27, 2024 20:26:50 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/51/2b/36/512b362b5c304d7582e1b39a4be07c42~jpg patchpaw, Clouds hung in the air, draping the hills in shadow and threatening either more snow or a terrible slurry halfway between rain and hail. The winter was ending. The clans called it leaf-bare, which was fitting for the forests. But if they were gonna be so literal about it, Praireclan should call it dead-grass. A lot of the territory was open and leaf-less anyway. Patchpaw glanced at the dead grasses, her coat covered in dry flakes it and other debris. Rolling around helped hide her scent, or at least that was what she reckoned. It had worked well enough back when she was just Patch, so surely it was enough for now. A scrawny mouse hung from her jaws, evidence of her theory. The she-cat conveniently erased the memory of the first mouse she'd seen and how it had scurried away the exact moment she noticed it. The second had been a quick kill, it hadn't had time to squeak in warning before her claws and jaw clasped around it. That was evidence enough that her strategy worked. The scrappy she-cat strolled back to the camp, ready to drop the mouse down, wait a few minutes to see if anyone would grab it, and then give it to Ashpaw. He needed to keep his strength up. As she walked the waft of clan cat caught her attention. Someone else was headed this way. Patchpaw glanced about, looking for its source. It smelled like someone in the apprentice den, though she hadn't bothered remembering everyone's names and scents yet. She lifted her tail and head up, determined not to appear like she'd had her guard down. The clan kept her and her brother fed, but she didn't really trust them yet. |
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Post by cosmic on Apr 2, 2024 12:42:23 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/bzu3iZG~png | wheatpaw in the dark, where i like to keep my heart
know i'm all bite, no bark |
Wheatpaw had already taken a rabbit that he had helped Hillfoot catch to the fresh-kill pile, so what was going to hurt the clan that he caught a mouse for himself to enjoy. The pale tom savored every bite that he took in his maw. It was nearing the end of leafbare, but prey was still in hiding for the most part. Never did he have a piece of fresh-kill so... fresh.
But, with his stomach full and duties completed, he felt like it was time to take a quiet snooze. 'To prepare for the evening patrols,' he would convince anyone that questioned why he was heading into the apprentice's den. He could also claim that he had an early morning patrol, as he really didn't expect anyone to fact-check him with Cinderstar or Nettlefang.
But, as he bounded back to camp, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and definitely ran into a cat in front of him. It was a smell that he recognized, though his own scent of fresh-kill still on his pelt caused it to be diluted. However, after Wheatpaw regained his footing, he realized it was Patchpaw. He didn't know much about her, other than being a clanless cat before being found by herself with her sibling.
"Hey! Don't you see that I'm walking here!? Get in my way again and you'll feel it," the taller and older tom lashed his tail side to side as he eyed the other apprentice. "Pfft. Clanless cats always getting in the way. You better be glad that Littlestar was a softie..." he paused, before taking a quick lick to his shoulder to tame his sleek fur. "What are you even doing all the way out here?" |
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Post by shy on Apr 3, 2024 15:27:44 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/51/2b/36/512b362b5c304d7582e1b39a4be07c42~jpg patchpaw, Just make it to camp. That's all she had to do. Make it to camp without bumping into anyone. And yet despite that easy goal, someone bumped into her. Drat. An older apprentice, Wheatpaw if memory served her. Odd name. But they all were. And what an attitude he had. It wasn't her fault he couldn't watch where his paws were going. She listened to his words, rolling her eyes. " You watch where you're going, jerk! You bumped into me. I'm just going back to camp, I didn't ask for someone with more legs than brains to walk into me." He might've been older and taller but the clan had rules about infighting. Patchpaw doubted he'd actually strike her, and if he did then she'd strike back. She didn't know what this guy's problem was, but she wasn't going to lie down and take his nonsense. Especially his crap about clanless cats, she didn't want it bleeding into poor Ashpaw. |
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Post by cosmic on Apr 29, 2024 15:11:34 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/bzu3iZG~png
[tw: foul language]
Oh-ho, he was in for a treat. A cat that actually spit back, unlike the stupidity that Coyotepaw and Foxpaw tried to pull. The tan tom rolled his eyes as the she-cat began, before giving his other shoulder a quick lick. Wasn't going to let the vermin of a clanless cat ruin his pelt. Wheatpaw side-eyed the other apprentice as she went on. The apprentice was just lucky that his little stunt with Coyotepaw not long ago had gotten him into trouble, otherwise he'd easily tear into her precious cream fur.
"I don't see why you want to go back to camp. You don't belong there. You and your siblings belong wherever the hell you came from. Too bad your parents didn't want you and just abandoned you here." At least he had a mom and dad here. His dad was fine, but he kept his burning desire for his mom to notice him to himself.
His tail widely whipped behind him, as his smirk continued to stretch across his face. "I bet Heatherclaw is tired of you. He's a great mentor, so he probably feels like he is wasting his time with you. You won't be as good as Stonefur is, or really, any of the other clan." |
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Post by shy on May 4, 2024 19:25:13 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/51/2b/36/512b362b5c304d7582e1b39a4be07c42~jpg patchpaw, Rage bubbled up in Patchpaw as Wheatpaw spoke. She heard someone had clawed him once, and she couldn't blame them. Oh how infuriating he was! Why did being born here make him think he could walk all over her? " My mom didn't abandon us, she died you asshole!" She spat the words with a venom she wished she possessed. " Maybe you'd know that if you had a brain somewhere in that stupid scared head of yours." He wasn't that much older than her, surely someone must've told him at some point where she and Ashpaw came from. " And I don't care if Heatherclaw is tired of me. He's just some random cat teaching me stuff I already knew. I was learning to hunt and fend for myself at an age where you clan cats still need mommy and daddy to feed you." Truthfully it was odd that the clans waited till six whole moons before teaching their kits to feed themselves. |
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Post by cosmic on May 24, 2024 14:56:49 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/bzu3iZG~png
[tw: foul language]
The air was hot with tension and anger, which made Wheatpaw excited. There was just something about getting under a cat's skin that was rewarding to him, especially anything to set himself up to be the top of the apprentice's den.
"Abandoned, dead, whatever. Basically the same thing," he snorted, letting the venom of her voice creep into his ears. The harshness of her voice kept him itching to keep antagonizing Patchpaw, as long as she kept putting up a fight. "Sorry for forgetting, guess your life story and your mom was just that forgettable." Wheatpaw shook his head and pelt, still trying to get off the remaining dust from their collision. "I'm just too focused on being the best tunneler, obviously." Of course, it was harder now with Cinderstar's fucking stupid ban on the tunnels, which followed with the scolding of him talking out of line. Obviously, he didn't take her threats or punishment seriously after leaving her presence.
Patchpaw's continued arrogance (though Wheatpaw was one to talk) just meant to him that he could keep going. "Ohhhh, you had a rough life before getting here? Do you want a mouse to make you feel better? You poor, wittle kit." The tom cooed toward the speckled she-cat, with a laugh or two slipping into his words that he couldn't contain. "Get over yourself, such a whiny, useless cat. If you like the idea of being strong enough to fend for yourself as a kit, then go back to where you came from, dirt!" |
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Post by shy on May 26, 2024 17:24:00 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/51/2b/36/512b362b5c304d7582e1b39a4be07c42~jpg patchpaw, While Patchpaw didn't have a religion like the clan cats, she wanted to curse on Starclan or whoever else would listen as Wheatpaw talked. She was pretty certain some other cat had attacked him before and with each stupid word from that mouth she understood why more and more. " I hope those stupid tunnels collapse on that dumb flat head of yours and finally squish whatever sorry excuse for a brain is rattling around in there." She didn't know much about the tunnels or care about them, but hearing him brag about being a tunneler made her instantly dislike the bunch. Were they all this rude? Her claws unsheathed. All she wanted was to go home and leave stupid cats like him behind. But Ashpaw liked it here. And if she made trouble here it would impact Ashpaw, make their life worse. But that sliver of common sense faded more and more as Wheatpaw spoke. |
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Post by cosmic on Jun 8, 2024 13:06:56 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/bzu3iZG~png
[tw: foul language]
Despite him already slicking back his fur from running into Patchpaw, his hackles bristled with exhilaration and intimidation toward the younger apprentice. Typically, by now, cats would scurry off, crying to their mom's about poor, evil Wheatpaw. But Patchpaw wasn't like the rest, as she continued to spit back at every comment he made. It was obvious to him that his normal, bullying banter was going to scare her off.
"Being dead is better than being in the presence of you, vermin." His jaw parted for the way of an grin, as his paws began to lurch forward toward the she-cat. "That's all you and your family is, that's all you are. You don't deserve to be anything but crowfood on the ground," the tom shrilled, as he lowered himself quickly to the ground. His tail lashed wildly in excitement, as he lunged forward, with his aim to scratch at the she-cat's ears to hopefully shred them
agility roll: 6 [13 needed for success] |
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Post by shy on Aug 5, 2024 18:42:41 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/51/2b/36/512b362b5c304d7582e1b39a4be07c42~jpg patchpaw, How could a cat be so cruel and clawable? All she wanted was to rake her claws down his pelt, cut through the fur and skin into the flesh and bone underneath. His words barely hurt, who cared if he thought she was vermin? But the way he spat his words at her drew rage from deep within her. And then he lunged. Bastard. Patchpaw stumbled away from his clumsy leap, only taking a second to for what happened to truly snap into focus. He attacked her. Claws out, ready to draw blood. Her own claws were already freed, and it felt liberating to turn and race at him, aiming to sink claw and fang as deep as they'd go. What would it be like to draw blood for the first time? Her heart raced, adrenaline sharpening her reflexes and resolve. He might be bigger, but she'd show him what it really meant to be vermin, to be prey. agility roll: 18 unmodded [unknown needed for success, she's not stated out atm.] |
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