Posts by Kestrel

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]that would be so scary if adderpaw mentored him wtf
adderpaw: if u don't fuckin do one move right I will feed u to a goddamn fuckin dog is that fuckin understood u fuckin southern imbecile UGH
firpaw: im s o r r y

moss would kill him
especially bc he's gonna knock up breeze and then take the kittens once she dumps his ass
and then he's going to ride the rainbow like a majestic steed and fall in love with a guy and just be like makin out w him while Breezepaw treats his injures like "Breezepaw -smooch- u could've had thiS"

just imagine Cherrypaw and Firpaw training together with charr tho
just y'all, ma'am, miss, mister, sir, y'aaaaaalll while charred is internally dying

fir as an apprentice: lil boi smol words baby
fir as a warrior: kiss my fucking ass

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]when char is still p hot even w the fucked up face :v

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]maybe it's natural
maybe it's maybelline

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]"Stop makin' smart comments just because you've been forgiven by the rest of ThunderClan. It doesn't make you better than everyone else, just lucky." his voice was harsh as he snapped at the exiled feline, and he lashed his tail, visibly angry, his solid brown fur standing on end; how dare this ShadowClanner hurt Breezepaw? He wanted so badly to rip into the male and show him something other than the mercy the traitorous Butterflysong was given, to mark every inch of his fur with the imprint of his own claws and teeth, cover the male in his scent so others would know that he had been beaten down by a ThunderClan apprentice. His unsheathed claws dug into the ground and his teeth were bared, ears lying flat along his poised cranium.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]"I'm guessin' you weren't around either, dungface. And at least they weren't bein' givin' false prophecies," Firpaw muttered under his breath, before covering it up with a series of coughs and sneezes as he padded over. "Sorry, I'm just allergic to accidents." he mewed, sparing a dissaproving glance at Butterflysong before turning his eyes on Raggedstar and Emberpaw. He smiled. "Hey there Raggedstar, Emberpaw! Y'all will have fun here, as long as you just ignore people like Butterflysong and Adderpaw. They're known to cause trouble, and not all of us like that, contrary to popular belief." his voice was friendly, and he leaned forward, sniffing the air around Emberpaw curiously. "I don't know what everyone's problem is with your smell. 'Cause honestly, you don't smell half as bad as these guys over here. The air is just filled with the scent of squirrel guts at this point." on second thought, he added, "That scar makes you look like some kinda awesome, pretty warrior. Wish I had one as cool as your own. And I might have one soon, once Adderpaw is done with me."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]"You," his annoyance with Butterfly aside, the apprentice tore his gaze from the fighting to skewer the new arrival with a challenging glare. He stepped near Stonebreeze, his fur bristling and his teeth bared. "Just because a ShadowClan warrior and yer leader are here don't mean that you get to be, too. Go. On your own side of the thunderpath, before you get your ears torn off, too. I mean it." he growled, taking another step forward as a clear threat, shoulders hunched and his tail lashing, ready to attack if need be. More ShadowClanners shouldn't be here; on their territory, as if it were their own.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Firpaw grinned when she started giggling, pleased. "You should smile more often." he teased harmlessly, before noting her next words with a small huff of dissapointment. "No lizards, unfortunately! Hey, when leafbare is over, maybe you can sneak me a lizard at one of those fancy clan gatherins'. And maybe I can sneak you a squirrel, or somethin'. Deal?" oh, he liked this girl already; she reminded him of a less closed up Breezepaw. She was pretty, too; but so far, most of the cats he met in the clans were unusually attractive for people that tended to all be related, one way or another. Because, well, inbreeding. At the mention of Adderpaw, Firpaw wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "It's always the pretty ones that get hurt the most, ain't it? Well, Emberpaw, if he comes at you again, I'll protect ya. This former farm cat has some moves in 'em, and they're mighty good ones." to show off, he crouched down and waggled his haunches, batting at the air with a mock hiss before jumping back up with his smile back on. "Want me to get you to camp, Emberpaw? And ignore Butterfly; I'm one of the cats that isn't suckin' up to her, and she's angrier than an ant about it. Not all of us are too peachy with an exile being here, after all, and for good reason. But enough of that!" he ignored Butterfly's gaze, instead looking at Emberpaw in excitement.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Firpaw wasn't in love with the ShadowClanners; he had given off the impression, sure, but he scarcely felt any hotter than usual feelings towards the pretty feline, especially when his eyes were on another. Perhaps, if things were different ... "You're welcome. And I think you'll get in a fight with him, provoked or not. He'll yell at you if yer face looks the wrong way, after all." his tone was warm and friendly, ignoring Butterfly's rude comment and settling on flicking his tail and bounding towards the camp. His tread was slow enough to catch up to, and easy to follow.

/oh gosh, this is so cute!! <3 maybe a private thread + a seperate open thread leading to camp?

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Was it bad that Firpaw was giggling at Breezepaw's outburst? A little. But in his defense, it was good for someone to finally tell one of Butterflysong's supporters off; after all, Butterflysong wasn't a good cat and because of this had no place in the medicine den or in a clan like ThunderClan. If anything, she should be a rouge. She had little to no use to ThunderClan except for another warm mouth to feed and waste their herbs on, herbs that she had stolen from their territory just to give to other clans to buy her way into being pardoned. Firpaw smirked. "Do y'all need some herbs for that burn?" he said, sitting back on his hindlegs and making a blowing up sound with his mouth. "Pa-choooow!"

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]"It's not like we already aren't housing murderers and exiled ShadowClanners. I say we let her in until leafbare is over, shelter her and then have someone escort her out once the snow is gone. That is, if the sickness going around doesn't get to her first." Firpaw said, padding forward with an indifferent face as he looked down at the kit. They already had Butterflysong, and he doubted anyone else besides her devoted supporters would want another threat in the clan. "But so she doesn't harm any other of the kits, perhaps we could place guards by the nursery and give her a den away from the others, to prevent her from killing anyone else? Either that, or she could sleep with the warriors, so they can hear her if she tries to sneak out."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]"She's a child, but that doesn't excuse her murdering another consciously, yes. Just because yer deputy doesn't mean that y'all get to put words in my mouth and say that I'm excusin' her when I'm not. I'm just sayin' that ThunderClan isn't above housin' people like this kit, evidence bein' how Butterflysong still remains despite also being an exile and a bad cat overall. She also did her actions consciously, if you haven't forgotten." his words had gone from indifferent to cold, and he glared at the deputy, feeling a flash of anger spike where it normally wouldn't be. ThunderClan warriors were always pushing him around, and at this point, he was done with it. His ears flattened, and his tail lashed. "So don't act like you've never done anythin' as mouse-brained as lettin' a murderer in before. I'm leavin', only so I don't have to deal with y'all yowlin' at me for no reason." with that, he turned and bounded away.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Firpaw didn't claim to be the perfect person, someone who was kind and understanding and empathetic enough to give anyone a free pass. He judged people harshly, but not wrongly, and he was smart enough that his words weren't completely unneeded, but driven by what he thought would be the best outcome for everyone. With that being said, he was also excitable and optimistic, bashful and self-conscious, flirty and honest; but he could also get uncontrollably angry, something that had been infinitely difficult to overcome in his younger moons. Over time he'd gotten a handle on such behavior, but after having warriors snap at him for voicing a sound opinion, he was leaking and fuming with such rage that he'd gone to the river in Sunningrocks right after the deputy had reprimanded him for no reason, as far as he was concerned.

For the first few minutes, he'd tracked another fishing hole in the ice and got to work, huffing angrily and managing to catch four fish before deciding that nothing was working, his claws unsheathed. Firpaw would glare at the pile beside him before slamming his paw down on shallower waters beside his spot, and when the ice cracked loudly, it took him a second to register what was happening. But by the time he did, it was far too late. Suddenly, he was sliding forward with his paw, and before he could scramble backwards he was falling forward face first, his jaw striking the ice so hard that pain flamed and suddenly it felt so ... loose. And as the rest of him fell into the freezing, dark depths of the river, he felt his body go numb and suddenly his webbed paws did nothing, even if he wildly tried to escape, striking the ice above with weak force that did nothing. Nothing. Then he relaxed, and let himself get swallowed by the cold.

INJURIES: permanently broken jaw, possible hypothermia

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]then again it's not like ThunderClan hasn't taken in other ShadowClan exiles so it's a slim possibility

he'll have the suffix -jaw (or something similar) but I kind of want to elaborate on the fact that he almost drowned in water as well? Maybe something like Frozenjaw/mouth, Brokenjaw/mouth, Frostjaw/mouth? Fishmouth/jaw? Of course, this will be temporary (as I'm planning on him requesting for his name to be changed after a while into his warriorship)

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Although his eyes were barely closed, they were closed enough that the water and its empty chasms seemed to blur together with the white of the ice above. The only thing that stood out among these mixed colors was a figure; it was a figure almost identical to him, but with sleeker fur and darker brown fur, and an underbelly that was as lift as the bark on ThunderClan's oak trees. "Firpaw," the voice was like the wind in his ears. Loud and messy, but distinguishable enough to make out the sounds and connect it to himself. The figure floated above him, close enough for him to barely scrape over his light underbelly, his blue eyes the color of the dark waters around him. Those eyes looked down on Firpaw almost stonily, but not unkindly -- instead, if he bothered to look closer and squint more, he'd notice that he was frowning out of confusion. "It's not your time yet. This wasn't supposed to happen..." his voice trailed off, and Firpaw closed his eyes.

His muzzle broke the surface of the hole created by the two ThunderClan apprentices nearby, and although he didn't take a breath, the water clogging up his throat far too much, he could still feel the harsh slam of cold winters air magnify the freezing on his already chilled limbs sevenfold. His broken jaw hung slanted and awkward above the waters around him, and it caught on the ice slightly before he bobbed under again. If nobody bothered to catch him soon, he'd surely be lost to the water beneath the ice.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Frozenjaw it is then! Thanks guys! :^)

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]The sickness was the least of his worries. Due to most of the ill cats being crowded in the den and the risk of it spreading to him, he remained in the apprentice den, only going to the healers for checkups for his broken jaw. His eyes shadowed, ears flattened and his tail and shoulders slumping low, his paws dragging heavily on the ground, the apprentice would slouch with his head angled towards his paws, his face unreadable but his posture suggesting a self-consciousness related to the issue of his mouth. His jaw hung crooked, his tongue flapping out and around one of his visible front teeth. He resisted the urge to get up and run away from ThunderClan, from everything and everyone here, from the world, if possible. Why had this happened to him?

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]i regret fucking up Firpaw's jaw lmao
rip me,,,

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Was Butterfly trying to condone abuse? The rest of Adderstar's announcements flew over his head; suddenly, the injured male was jumping forward, his voice raised and unbelievably angry. "Are you seriously trying to cover up you abusing your kits? And now you're walking away because you don't want to hear the result of such mouse-brained words? No. I'm done. I'm so -- why is she even still here? Why is she walking around here as a free cat, when she's a ShadowClan exile? A ShadowClan exile! Have you seen the cats from ShadowClan? The majority are just dark, and something is seriously wrong if you let someone like her into this clan. She's a traitor, a murderer, a threat, and no medicine cat! Why, even if I don't believe myself, I'd say that she's just as bad as those Darkforest cats! Ridiculous! Sic Adderpaw on her or something if you're not going to exile her, because at least he can land a few blows to teach her right from wrong! And if you won't let him do it, I'll do it my bloody self. This is -- this is so --" he was screaming now, his jaw shaking and his chest trembling so frantically, his breath coming out in hard, hot pants. He was glaring fiercely, and becoming quickly hysterical, his teeth bared and his unsheathed claws digging in the ground. "She is no warrior, she is no medicine cat, she is nothing! She is only another horrible person in this no-good world trying to coverup her horrendous acts by making up false prophecies and charming her way into your soft hearts! She's an abuser! Daisystem, Copper, Squirrel -- how could you fight for someone who left her kits to die? And she knows it, too! The WindClan leader knows it!"

"And finally, Butterflysong, who in this world would love you? Who would want to be your mate? I can't even begin to believe how someone would sleep with you and impregnate you with kittens! Nobody wants to hear your big-headed personal announcements! Especially me! And if you're still here by the time Adder is done with you, if another word about yourself comes out of your mouth I will not hesitate you to shove you face-first in a pile of cow-dung and suffocate you with it!"

/ic opinions

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Firpaw took another glance at Butterflysong and resisted the urge to growl in agreement with Breezepaw and at Butter's pathetic outburst, but then Ivoryskies spoke up and he snarled right at her. Didn't she understand the importance of the situation underneath the yelling? Or was she dull and small-headed like the rest of the Butterflysong supporters? He only -- albeit reluctantly -- followed suit with Adderstar's order by the tone of her voice, grateful despite all of his anger that she didn't dish him out a harsher punishment. But besides that, he felt confused; why was he getting called out? Maybe he was getting a punishment after all. Making sure to duck his head to hide his lopsided jaw, the male would make his way forward almost nervously.