our rules, our dreams, we’re blind | p. hawkpaw
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➴ hawkpaw, a wanderer to the last, found himself at the border by chance. he'd been doing that fairly often lately- mostly by accident. he rarely ever meant to end up at the outskirts of the territory, but, whether through fate or sheer coincidence, he'd been lucky enough to catch sight of an outsider getting uncomfortably close to the border on not one, but now two separate occasions. of course, the first time the outsider had been bleeding to death and bore nearly fatal wounds. this time around the only thing that the outsider bore was the same stench that his sister had clinging to her pelt when she'd returned to camp those two or three moons ago, paws disfigured by the loss of her claws. hackles raised, amber eyes narrowed into daggers, hawkpaw stalked toward the sitting molly and stopped just at the edge of the border.
"what are you doing here, bloodclanner?" came a hiss from slightly parted jaws, his tail whipping wildly from side-to-side. she hadn't crossed it so he had no good reason to lash out at her yet. well, no, he had at least ten good reasons to lash out at her or any other bloodclanner for that matter, but it would be difficult to justify stepping over the border to attack an as-of-yet non-hostile cat- bloodclanner or not.
/// you wouldn't happen to have any tags for artdeco, would you ? i like to be able to reference character bios while writing (i did click the link on ur fancy it just didn't lead anywhere)
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club queen on the downtown scene
prowling around at night — tags
Being a free stray was etched in the bronze beast’s roots; her ancestors had chosen to remain neutral to all clans and preferred to stick with kinship. Her mother, her father, and some relatives had been the part of that small community; they used to take shelter in all possible suitable places for safety measures, shared prey, and their stories. They had grown too accustomed to each other’s life experiences that their exclusive community had begun to morph into one. After the incident, after Artdeco’s first victim’s blood had ran like a river on the hard ground, she had joined BloodClan. However, Artdeco was still indifferent to clan borders - not to mention her sense of change in smell was vague. Her perception of the realm they resided in was border-free; despite her declared loyalty to her current clan, she still could not see that her freedom was enclosed in their territory. If a Riverclanner was to march in, disturb her from her rest with a meaningless rant about crossing the borders, the words spent were likely to be music to her ears - she could not care less. Not only care, but she could not even grasp the significance of the border between the enemy clans.
Upon an alien tone reached her perked ears, she twisted her neck in the direction of the apprentice in mere interest. Dee would have guessed it was another young member of her clan - as her fate had crossed with kits several times now - but the way the apprentice approached her was not welcoming. In fact, his tone suggested her to leave the scene as soon as possible; she was threatened by this stranger’s puny words. My, my what do we have here? Frankly, this wasn’t rhetoric dear. Who are you to question my presence and dare interrupt my rest in this lovely morning? She reacted, her emerald greens slowly inspecting his built from head to paw. Although she wasn’t a fan of violence, she had to weigh her opponent first.
She flicked her tail on air, and tried to make out the border she was currently trespassing.
//unfortunately no, it’s not yet ready :c I will try to give you more info with my posts, but if something appears vague, do tell me! <33
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➴ despite the fact that hawkpaw didn't fully understand all of the words this stranger used- what on earth was "rhetoric"?- he was not put off of his defensive stance by her. he barely noticed the way she had studied him as he did the same, one harsh gaze taking her in up and down. she didn't look especially threatening- sort of delicate, even. she seemed mostly unperturbed by his presence despite the fact that she was quite slim whereas he was more powerful in comparison. shouldn't she be a little more worried than she seemed? well maybe she'd leave without much resistance regardless.
"you are far too close to the border," hawkpaw replied, electing to ignore the question of who he was to be interrupting her. that went without saying, of course- he was of riverclan, and she was this close to being an intruder. just that he had to see her, to smell the stench of the city, felt like an intrusion in and of itself. maybe that was why she seemed so unconcerned- the city had dampened her sense of smell so much that she couldn't tell she wasn't exactly in friendly territory.
it probably would have been smarter to get an actual warrior, someone more equipped to deal with something like this, but the thought didn't cross his mind. he was too focused on the stranger, too consumed by the memory of the pain her clan caused his family, and rationality had always come slow to him.
"who are you to think you're above common rules? i have every right to be suspicious of you, considering where you're from."
///it's all right, i'll just try to infer. sorry about the wait btw