TW: Sensitive Content Private Territory SkC WC our mothers did not sacrifice their lives so we could die // jaypaw

[STONEROOT]

GRIT BONE, CANINES SPLITTIN' MY FEMUR

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The mongrels past their borders only proved time and again that they held no sense of honor in their hearts. All they knew how to do was ravage and take. She trapezed after the deputy, delicately braced on branches far thinner than herself. She bores down on the trespassers with slitted pupils, gaze lingering on the stolen prey clutched in their greedy mouths. Her talons tightened around the supporting branch.

She cannot mirror the outrage of her clanmates well enough, but she does feel it. The knots twisted tighter as the thieves defended their actions, turning their noses up at the kindnesses that her clan had already bestowed on them.

Around her bodies shift, slipping down from the treetops as Hawkstar's patrol intercepts from below. The first drops of blood water the soil, but her eyes are drawn away from the fray.

She watches as a tom retreats from the fight, a set of wings dangling in his grasp. Stoneroot races after him with the wind feathering through her pelt. She soars above, jumping from the lower branches until he is within reach. No hesitation impedes her even as she plunges toward the ground, claws outstretched and ready to entangle.

INFO

Stoneroot she/her & skyclan
☁︎ LH lilac point with a thick mane, blue eyes, and a half-tail.
☁︎ A hollow vacant voice stripped of emotion.
☁︎ Mentored by Stormcrow.
☁︎ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted For other, DM.
☁︎ Smells of pine needles and petrichor.

 

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Jaypaw feels it before he can see it - the impact that's about to come his way. He feels like the little jay that's tucked in his teeth, the one he killed mere moments ago, unsuspecting, about to be slain for simply looking for food.

But Jaypaw isn't a little bird anymore - he is an eagle and he can fight back. His body moves before his mind catches up, dropping the prey on the ground and pouncing away - dodging the incoming SkyClanner's claws by mere whisker-length. The apprentice's back arches and his fur bristles as he takes in the cat before him - Stoneroot of SkyClan. A new warrior, only recently not an apprentice like him, though she's older than him by a few moons.

Her muscular body is an advantage in a scuffle, but Jaypaw isn't here to fight - he only wants to run away. His sleek and lithe body is an advantage in that regard and if he can get around her, he will be safe. The only obstacle is Stoneroot, blocking his path. He doesn't waste his breath talking to his opponent, not wasting words to defend himself - there is no point. He knows what they are doing is wrong and he's not about to show weakness. Instead, Jaypaw hisses and glances to the left of Stoneroot, pretending he's about to run around her, his body angling and his legs ready.

But the apprentice doesn't run, no, he leaps towards his opponent, hoping to catch her unaware. Like an eagle about to snatch an unsuspecting lamb.