PAFP Territory LIKE MY MIRROR [ big fish hunting ]

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This thread takes place outside the clan's camp in its territory.
() it's hard to look at the twins and register they're related until one sees them work together. certainly their dark fur makes them look somewhat similar, but smokewreath's hulking size against willowburn's lithe form, the burning ember gaze versus the leafy green... some cats don't believe the two are twins at all. still, when they hunt, they do it in perfect rhythm, perfect symmetry. their system is well practiced, polished to perfection. as the smoke and pitch siblings crouch at the river's edge, it's like the whole world takes a breath, holding it as the two stare into the water. willowburn flicks her tail against her brother's flank, a silent signal. prey approaching.

the bright autumn sky casts the water a luscious blue, and within it, a dark shape moves slowly across the bottom. casting shade over river-washed pebbles, the catfish swims lazily downstream, bigger than an apprentice in size, its maw opening and closing, tiny but numerous teeth glinting in the watery light. willowburn tenses at the same time as her brother, gaze flicking to meet his before fixing back on their prey. her muscles tense, waiting for him to make his signature first move. his size will help to drag fish from the water, where his quicker sister will dispatch a killing bite in seconds. willowburn flexes her claws, waiting for smokewreath to begin their well practiced dance.


  • // wait for @Smokewreath please! " #87874b"
  • WILLOWBURN ⏾ tags / toyhouse

    genderfluid (she / they) / lesbian, mate of none
    35 moons old, ages realistically
    warrior of riverclan
    sibling to SMOKEWREATH
    adoptive mother to BLOOMKIT, RUMBLEKIT, CLOUDKIT, BUCKKIT
    mentoring CRESCENTPAW, BEEPAW / mentored by none
    penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!

    a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.
 
all you have is your
FIRE
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He was not a fast cat, he never was and never would be - the bulky black cat was built more for endurance and throwing his weight around than the finesse of chasing prey; its why he had to be stealthier than most when hunting on land and exactly why he despised it. Fishing was so much easier for him, sitting quietly waiting to snatch a darting glimmer of silver from the depths and toss it to the land where it had no chance to outrun him. In the water he felt more on even level with what he hunted, one land he knew most things could outpace him. Smokewreath didn't feel any particular shame or annoyance at it, all cats had their skillsets and all cats leaned one way or another. He was just thankful his sister was his opposite in most ways, gentle where he wasn't, swift where he lacked, a distracting dart of smoke fur as he stood stalwart and unmoving. They had always made a good team from the day they were lost kittens surviving alone to now. His orange eye narrows at the tail on his side, gaze flitting briefly toward her at the signal - he'd been lost in thought and briefly forgot they were waiting for this big brute of a fish to get close.
The dark tom lunged, teeth flashing white in a snarl and he slammed himself into the large writhing catfish as it attempted to swim back further into the depths but his body blocked it; his paws shoving viciously to bully it to the shoreline. It fought hard, a small shark in its own right, head twisting with teeth sharp as a cats to try and get one of his limbs but he lifted them high and splashed about in an awkward but accomplished dance to guide it forward. Once it had beached itself on pebble lined sand he was on it, his full weight pinning the thrashing thing down as it lashed its massive tail and wide head in a final frenzied act to save its life. He felt a barbed fin catch his leg but grit his teeth, ignoring it, "Will!"
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─ & the place you need to reach.
Smokewreath

— RiverClan Warrior
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black tom w/vitiligo and one orange eye.
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