Bronze Rebel | Eveningpaw

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    Vixenpaw knew she was gorgeous. With her unique tortoiseshell pelt, the deep gorgeous ginger dappled with black over her face, back and tail, whole right leg pure white along with her chest and tail tip. And Vixen's favorite part, the piece of resistance on her were those gorgeous dandelion yellow eyes, such a unique pop of dazzling color on the already pretty she-cat. It brought all the beautiful parts of herself together, from her long, lean legs, short pretty fur, long, wirey tail, and feminine angular face, things that might look just average on any other cat but on Vixen, she spoke femininity, a living tease. And as she sashayed through the temporary camp on a particularly warm day, a bird held triumphantly in the pretty apprentice's maw, eyes closed, she didn't even bother looking at anyone until she ran straight into a rump. She gasped, dropping the bird and those eyes burst open, shining with an inescapable rage like that of a thousand suns, wide before they narrowed and she growled, "Watch where you're going! Some cats need to walk here, you know? Dear Starclan!" She stared down the cat before her, long thin tail whipping behind her. The sky was clear, the air once crisp with the new-leaf smells now crackled with tension, Vixen waiting for a reply before she became impatient and snapped, "What? Are you like, daft or something? Do you know how to use your tongue or did you swallow it?"

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    Eveningpaw had simply been minding her own business that day. It had been a few days since Ardentpaw had disappeared, and the dilute calico had felt more alone each day. In her mind, she wasn't much to gander at. to be honest, she thought of herself as a literal dulled down version of Vixenpaw. The gorgeous calico practically had cats falling at her paws (not that thats' what Eveningpaw wanted exactly, but it must still be nice), meanwhile, despite being 11 moons old, Eveningpaw was quiet, almost invisible in the apprentice den. So as she stood at the fresh kill pile and felt another cat run into her rump, she blinked in surprise and immediately turned to apologize. That is until she realized it was Vixenpaw, and soon her denmate was spitting venom at her faster then the anxious dilute molly could digest. She would flinch back as she struggled for something to say and she spit out the first thing Ardentpaw would have wanted her to say, "N..No! But y..you should try holding your tongue for a c....change!"


    O.....Oh starclan why had she said that? Her brilliant green eyes would widen ever so slightly but she stood her ground...though more out of shock then confidence.

    At the words spilling from Eveningpaw's mouth, the young girl blinked in mock disbelief and raised her invisible eyebrows, lip curling into a cruel sneer as she clicked her tongue over the roof of her mouth, lowering and shaking her head in a dramatic gesture of "you have got to be kidding me" before those eyes opened again, snickering, "Oh how sweet you think you can sound threatening? Do you not know who my family is, Eveningpaw? I could have you out of here with a flick of my claw, girl, so I'd suggest you watch your tongue." As she finished what she said, she popped her dainty paw under Eve's jaw in a seemingly flirty matter but the venom in her eyes and the harsh words, it was clearly demeaning. She lashed her tail one more time and leaned down to pick up her bird, shoving past Eve harshly with a faux apologetic look thrown over her shoulder before continuing to the freshkil pile. She aimed to flick her tail in the dilute apprentice's face, another fuck you to her as the princess Vixenpaw dropped her prey and sat by the apprentice den, grooming her pelt.


    //ic opinions <33 she's such a bitch


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    (omg i hope it's ok if i jump in, more than anything i just gotta see this go down :'D )


    The pale tom hadn't been paying much of.. any attention to the apprentices initially. He was just kind of lazing around nearby, trying to find some shade. He shot a scarlet glare at the sun overhead, mentally cursing the weather for DARING to warm up. He winced at the bright rays and looked back at his paws, shaking his head to dismiss the pain. He hated being sensitive to heat this way. But oh well. Redghost adjusted his position and tried to get comfortable, boredly watching as some apprentices moved around near the kill pile. His eyes widened however when Vixen started putting on a SHOW. As the she-cats exchanged bitter words, he shot up to a seated position, jaw falling open in a dumbfounded smile. Some entertainment!! HELLYEAH! He eased closer to listen to the last thing Vixenpaw said, suppressing a laugh at her cruel gestures. This was hilarious! His gaze quickly moved to the victim, Eveningpaw. There was no way she was gonna take that, right? He held his breath and waited silently, curious to see what she'd do. He was mentally sending her his brain waves - hoping she'd do something violent. Of course his brain waves were imaginary and did nothing.

    ✦ ✧ ✦ vio didn't find the she-cat all that pretty. of course she didn't find a lot of cats all that pretty, but she had to admit, as much as vixenpaw strutted her stuff, violetpaw wasn't all that impressed. honestly, the girl looked pretty much the same as herself. both dappled tortoiseshells, with sharp feminine features. only one liked to preen and flirt, while vio preferred to actually do things with her life.


    the young girl had watched the interaction with calculating green eyes, a raised eyebrow showing her amusement at vixenpaw's words. she'd always felt a little bad for eveningpaw- the girl had lost a lot over the moons. certainly she didn't deserve to be kicked around by a cat half her age. a small smirk would arrive on the torti's face as she observed the two apprentices' behavior, tipping her head. "your eyes were closed." she'd comment, padding slightly closer as she spoke to vixenpaw. "it's not her fault that you're so obsessed with yourself that you don't look where you're going." and that comment about the girl's family? ha... vio could pull the family card if she wished. her father was leader, her mother a respected senior warrior. this other girl's family meant nothing. simply warriors. "ha! your family? hmm who's your family again? i'm afraid i've forgotten because they don't matter in this argument. literally at all." cruel and twisted words for one so young, yet it'd be interesting to see how the girl would take them. with a flick of her dappled tail, the other torti would turn, letting her tail tip drag along the apprentice's flank for a moment before she padded softly over to eveningpaw. she hoped the more muted dappled woman would defend herself. certainly this was a good time as any to learn how.

    // hope you don't mind me jumping in either?? if you do, just disregard this post lol.

    //i love this


    Vixen, after her sharp words, was now minding her business, grooming and cleaning her pelt before, well, Violetpaw showed up. The lean she-cat arched a brow, rolling her eyes with a dismissive tsk not even listening to what the other spoke, looking at her with a face that said, "are you done?" as she dragged her alabaster paw over her ear, yellow eyes looking slightly annoyed. This one was no fun. Hell, Vixen believed she was merely jealous, as her siblings always were. That is, until the tail brushed her flank did Vixen's whole demeanor change. She whirled around, shaking in fury that laced with fear, ears back and teeth bared, not an offensive stance, just merely a defensive one as she growled out a warning, "Oh how quaint! You coming to finish Eveningpaw's battles because everyone in camp knows she can't do anything to help herself! Just because you're Blackstar's daughter-a mere blip compared to the fact that my family has been here in Thunderclan longer than his clumsy-paws ever decided to waltz down those stupid mountains-doesn't mean youre some special case, Violetpaw. You gonna act like him too? Go somewhere where nobody wanted him to be and take over?" Her words were venomous, spatting her name like it was a disease of the brain as the young girl looked like a cornered viper, ready to strike. And all this from a mere touch.


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    "Enough." The word would slip out of Eveningpaws maw, a sudden change in it's tone would be startling as the previously dormant she cat turned and moved to stand beside Violetpaw.


    To be honest, Eve had planned on simply hiding after the slew of hatred that Vixenpaw had heaved at her, and when she spotted RedGhost watching it only made her anxiety worse. Had it not been for Violetpaw, the dilute probably would have had a panic attack right in the middle of camp. But it was comments about Blackstar that suddenly gave the she cat courage.


    The almost warriors green gaze would harden, her stutter disappear, as she narrowed her gaze at the self absorbed brat, "Listen Vixenpaw and listen well. The fact that you cling to your family's status just goes to show that you aren't really as confident as you think. Otherwise you could handle yourself without dragging your parents through the mud." She would place herself in Vixenpaws way as she moved to glare at Violetpaw as she shoved her muzzle in the others face, "I dare you. Put one more claw out of line and I'll put you back in your place myself. Blackstar is a great leader and I won't stand by and allow you to talk badly about him just because you're a self absorbed annoying brat."




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    [ cloudkit ] [ black smoke norwegian forest cat mix with bright leaf green eyes ] [ ~1 moons ] [ female ] [ trad. thunderclan kit ]

    -- this cloud burst is pulling us under
    lightning and thunder
    rain falls and you take me under
    and flood my soul

    The young molly frowned as she toddled over. She'd been hoping to find someone to play with, but instead it seemed the cats gathered here were quarreling.


    "Why awe you being mean to her?" She questioned, wondering why everyone couldn't just get along. Her forest-green eyes were wide; perplexed. She didn't yet understand what it meant to be Clanborn or to be beautiful. She just led her simple existence as she manuevered her way through kithood.



















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    It was like Eve's sudden confidence only fueled Vixen's wickedness, her yellow eyes darting back to meet Eve's boldly, her voice turning it's wicked sharpness and silvered tongue on her, "Oh, d-d-d-did you lose your stutter Eveningpaw? Finally growing some backbone and gonna stop being as slippery as a fish like your relationship with that Bloodclanner?" She took a step forward, the younger girl-despite her younger age-was aggressive and looking ready to rip everyone apart with her words, a vicious vixen like her name depicted. She laughed, cruel, disgusted, and venomous as Eve threatened her, shaking her head and taking another menacing step forward, "You really think you scare me? I have bigger demons than you would ever imagine, girl." She stared, dead serious and hoping to make them back off.

    And then a kit approached and Vixen flicked one of her larger ears to the child, unwavering intense gaze locked onto Eve and Violet like a predator before she meowed, slow and precise, "We aren't, Cloudkit. You wanna go play a game of mossball for a bit, dear?"


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    The dilute would narrow her eyes further as she bared her fangs and a low uncharacteristic snarl ripped from her throat, "Don't you dare bring Chucky into this." Her tail would lash dangerously behind her as she remained steadfast, a light coming into her eyes as she felt her claws unsheathed. If Cloudkit hadn't spoken up, the apprentice would have likely lunged for her clanmate. But instead, the kits words only seemed to quell her anger and she stepped back, a snort squeezing past her nostrils as she turned and moved to walk away, out of camp where she would debate what she was even doing in Thunderclan anymore.