Private YOU AIN'T GOT NO ALIBI, BUT YOU DO HAVE VALENTINE'S —— CHESTNUTJAW

[CHEWINGPAW CHEWINGPAW]

While the world spun onwards on its nauseating axis, and life moved joyously forth, Chewingpaw would be left behind.

Like a coyote meandering on the margins of civilization and wilderness, she stood upon the precipice of polite society. Teetering just behind those that extended the littlest of goodwill towards her sorry state, Chewingpaw still felt as though she owed them something. Her existence, maybe not. Her deeds, slightly more likely. Still, her overgrown name hung over her head as a dark cloud, a weighty burden upon shivering and unsteady shoulders. It felt as though judgment oozed from every pore and orifice of those around her, suffocatingly invisible from placated purrs and soft smiles. Tell me how y'really feel 'bout me. The werewolf-like molly wished to snap, but her tongue remained muzzled between her jaws.

Today, she felt a particularly familiar set of eyes searing into her coarse coat, as if a Monster's headlights rounding into pinprick stars in the night. Chestnutpaw... No, Chestnutjaw now. The one of kittypet blood. But, Chewingpaw did not despise the newly-made warrior's difference in origin. In fact, she envied it. It mattered not if she spent her days wallowing in a deeply-carved and self-inflicted pit of jealousy - she had already seen the face of brutality, and it wore itself upon hairless limbs and flushed faces. Eventually, the chocolate smoke wandered closer to the mutt, and Chewingpaw only met her with a wordless snort. "... Y'ain't better than me. Just 'cause you have a fancy name 'n all." The black roan Lykoi muttered to the approaching Chestnutjaw, though anger did not bluster through her scratchy voice, as if her cadence flattened and cowed itself. Molten-yellow gaze pooled along the floor, seemingly unable to hold the piercing stare of the other molly.

UNADULTERATED HATRED, RISING OUT, OH HELL

I'LL EMBRACE IT, SO I'LL HATE IT

• OOCHERE
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• CHEWINGPAW & SHE/THEY & 13 MOONS

  
  —— Apprentice of Skyclan / Mentored by Wolfstare
  —— 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.
  —— 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!
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

 

[Chestnutjaw]

There's a blight walking around camp. Chestnutjaw has always let her vanity be known by the wider community of SkyClan. If it wasn't obvious by how she carries herself, how often she takes time to groom her fur in a particular fashion, to the point where she insists on restarting if something goes slightly wrong. Sitting prim on the edge of camp, underneath a canopy of stray tree branches and surrounded by the foliage of ferns. Chewingpaw has always been annoying her since the pair were apprentices, she wouldn't flatter them by letting her know she hated her. Though it's probably obvious, as shown by the heated stare she provides.

Instead of deciding to stoop to a low level and hurl insults the apprentices way from across the camp she settles on a subtle approach. Rising on prim paws she forces a glide across icy ground, acting as if she was aiming to wander towards the warriors den. Who's to say she strays a little close to Chewingpaw, that she brushes her tail near her. Never touching the Lykoi, as that was too much for her to deal with, it might elude that she thinks they're closer than they actually are. That could not do, not at all. The snort is heard, snapping her head to glare at Chewingpaw's form, her eyes narrowing with a tight frown morphing her maw.

"Oh? Did someone say something?" Laughter trills from her after a loud gasp, craning her head from left to right with a dramatic fashion. "I only talk to warriors Chewingpaw. Consider yourself lucky that I'm speaking to you now." the laughter dies by the time she speaks, her words cutting off in a sharp hiss. Jerking her head to butt itself in the Lykoi's personal space, annoyed that she has to look up to properly look at her. "Given the fact that you couldn't pass your assesment and I could. I would say, well, yes! I am better than you."

MY EMPTY HALLS ECHO ☆ WITH GRAND SELF-MYTHOLOGY

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• CHESTNUTPAW she/her, SkyClan apprentice, 13 moons.
  ☆ A chocolate smoke with high white and big blue eyes.
  ☆ MILKHEART X DUCHESS | Littermates with CREAMCURL and SWIRLSTRIKE
  ☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.