Private Border SC SkC rip my heart apart ☣︎ chewingpaw

[viscerapaw's icon viscerapaw viscerapaw]

Viscerapaw moves with the careful ease of a cat that considers every step. The border lays nearby—beyond that, the looming presence of Fourtrees presses against the sky. The great oaks stand like witnesses, their roots tangled deep into history and bloodshed alike. The apprentice does not slow as it nears them. If anything, its steps grow more deliberate. The air here tastes different. Not wrong—just layered. ThunderClan's damp leaf-mold, RiverClan's fish and reeds, WindClan's dry grass carried on an absent breeze. Fourtrees does not belong to anyone, and Viscerapaw finds that absence comforting. Borders demand obedience. Neutral ground invites observation.

It pauses beneath one of the smaller outer trees, tilting its head as if listening for something. The forest murmurs, branches creaking softly overhead, but no cat steps into view. Pity. It had half-hoped to encounter someone. There is a particular fascination in watching others notice you—the hitch of breath, the instinctive bristle, the way fear or curiosity flashes across their face before sense catches up. Viscerapaw drags one paw slowly through the dirt, tracing idle shapes it does not intend to finish. Gatherings happen here. Voices raised, alliances formed, lies polished until they gleam. It imagines the clearing filled with cats again, bodies pressed close, eyes sharp with judgment. How many of them pretend to listen while weighing weaknesses? How many believe themselves honest? The apprentice's whiskers twitch in something like amusement.

It steps closer to the edge of the clearing, close enough that the scent of old fur clings faintly to the ground. If it crosses just a little further, no one would be able to claim the high ground in a meeting between cats. No patrol would have the right to drive it off. The thought lingers—not temptation, exactly, but consideration. Viscerapaw likes thresholds. The moment where rules grow thin enough to peel apart with careful claws. A bird startles from a nearby branch, and Viscerapaw looks up, eyes bright and intent. Its tail thumps thoughtfully against the ground, eyes locked upwards but ears carefully positioned, alert to catch a sound at the first brush of pawsteps. It remains just shy of the border—it's the perfect excuse to use its claws if a particularly irritating cat comes too close.


@CHEWINGPAW

 

[CHEWINGPAW CHEWINGPAW]

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As the great trees outstretched crooked hands to the heavens, Chewingpaw felt none of the adoration that they were (apparently) meant to feel. When the Lykoi gazed skyward to their sprawling boughs and their dusted-green leaves, she saw them for what they were - trees. No sanctity bled into their roots, no prayer whistled through their hollows. It simply was, the same way that all the terrible hounds and the grime-stained floors simply were. The black roan molly slunk through the shadows of Skyclan's territory, like some cryptic beast only sighted by the sleight of one's eyes, disappearing into the brush in a fraction of a blink. Unfortunately, broad-shouldered build and hefty paws likely made her the least stealthy cat in all of Skyclan. Her larger and doglike height hardly did the overgrown apprentice any favors. Such blessings of strength did not bother her, for she had forsaken the trivial opinions of those around her long enough - at least, she would like to think that she did. Chewingpaw preferred the relative quietude away from the grand symphony of noise, the conversations of her clanmates culminating and weighing heavily upon her eardrum, as though building its home upon delicate and batlike senses. Apprentices and warriors droned on and on about topics of little importance, such as who they padded over and who they adored. All that concerned her was the presence of lukewarm fresh-kill and a passable nettle-nest.

A startled bird stirred from its wooden throne upon one of the Fourtrees. A loud huff rushed through the apprentice's nostrils, frustration evident upon the hot vapor that pooled around her ragged muzzle. Her tongue drew against her lips, as her stomach slightly protested at the very thought of the tantalizing taste of sinew and meat betwixt feathers and skin. There was little time to dwell on that, though, as something else caught the keen-eyed she-cat's attention. Piercing yellow gaze settled upon an unfamiliar form, dissonantly jagged against the land that the houndlike molly had traversed many times before, as if a nightly cloth fashioned into a mockery of a silhouette. Speckled nose twitched as an unknown scent filtered into her, wiry whiskers twitching daintily. Shadowclan. But, what was a Shadowclan cat doing all the way across Fourtrees? Did it want to steal away the food that Skyclan so desperately clung to? "Hey. Creep." Chewingpaw growled, and steadily revealed her larger form to Viscerapaw, as though a wolf doing its best impression of a fleet-footed feline. Though it remained mere hairs away from the border, it did not stop the Skyclanner from inching closer and closer, until her brute claws twinged at the line between her territory and no man's land. "Y' stink of the swamps. Get outta here, 'fore I make ya."

OOC.

CHEWINGPAW​

—— 13 Moons / She/They / Lesbian
—— Apprentice of Skyclan / NPC x NPC / Mentored by Cloudbearer
—— A thin, gauntly-crafted black roan Lykoi molly. She has long, batlike ears and piercing, yellow eyes. Due to her partial hairlessness, she cannot go into the direct sunlight for more than an hour, and her darkened exposed skin is a result of prior exposure. Blessed with wildcat blood, Chewingpaw stands much higher than her peers, giving her a truly canine impression.
—— Judgmental and harsh, Chewingpaw is a hard feline to get used to. She has a quick temper and comes off as plainly selfish and catty. Behind her thorny exterior lies a self-loathing and mentally unstable girl. Her insecurities are greatly heightened by the fact that she joined Skyclan as an apprentice, as well as the fact that she has had to be held back from warriorhood.
—— Chewingpaw's character contains themes of a traumatic past, including animal abuse and parental abuse. She can hold incharitable opinions of those around her, whether internally or externally. PLEASE be cautious when interacting with her if you are sensitive to these topics!
—— Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.​

Penned by TEMPEST