WALK THROUGH FIRE - intro

by **scar.** on Tue Oct 06, 2020 7:25 pm

BATFANG

WINDCLAN / WARRIOR / AMBITIOUS

this seemed to be an everyday thing now, didn't it? nothing was ever just good enough and no matter how hard she tried, she never could please her father long enough for him to be grateful for her. he didn't even care, and that was so frustrating. after all, he was all she had left of blood family and as much as she hated his guts she still wanted to prove that she was good enough for him. "you aren't trying hard enough, bird-brain. try it again." the cold voice of her father, otherwise known as sharptongue, rang in her ears as she stood in front of him, panting quietly, ignoring the stinging in new wounds. as much as she liked sparring, she would never do this to an apprentice. to a fellow warrior, yeah. but never an apprentice. and never her own kid. "i'm done, okay?! I don't want to train anymore, father! I have actual duties to perform and you are stopping that, so just stay out of my way!" she hissed angrily, before turning and stalking back off, cleaning up her fur and hiding the wounds as best as she could. she could only hope that they wouldn't pick up on the scent of the blood. "oh, mercy!" she called out, her eyes scanning around to look for her friend. a welcome distraction, but anyone else would do, as well. as long as it wasn't her father.

by somethingtardisblue on Tue Oct 13, 2020 6:55 pm

Littleburr had just entered camp, carrying some freshkill in his jaws. The plan was to put this on the freshkill pile, then go back for the rest he'd buried earlier. It was hard not to overhear the end of Batfang and Sharptongue's conversation as he passed. 'Just stay out of my way!' That was all he caught, but it was enough to know they were arguing again. The warrior just kept going, staying out of their business. Unfortunately, as he turned to leave again, his green eyes met Batfang's. He sent a quick prayer to Starclan that she wouldn't talk to him. Surely anyone else would be better? All he wanted to do was finish up his hunt and then get rid of the muck that was caught in his long brown fur.

"speech"

LITTLEBURR - windclan warrior

by .:vanillatuft:. on Tue Nov 03, 2020 9:49 pm

of course, vanillatuft was running to her friend's side to give her a greeting back into camp. the deaf medicine cat had finished sorting herbs so she was bored, and had just been cat-watching at the mouth of the medicine den. but now - now she actually had something to do and someone to hang out with! she nearly skipped over to batfang - well, waddled - and the white molly was immediately pressing herself against her friend, nudging her shoulder with her forehead as a warm welcome. vanillatuft was always known for her warmness and always slightly invading personal space.

she was about to ask how batfang's day was and what she had been doing, but thats when the scent of blood hit her nose. she was a medicine cat, after all; she was taught to look for wounds that could be miniscule, little things. she could point out the scent of blood even if it had been mixed with a rabbit's blood and a few different sodas.

immediately she pulled back with a twisted look on her face to stare back at batfang. she lifted a paw to point at her wounds, hardening her eyes. what is that? what happened? was what her body language said. she could tell that batfang wasn't dying or wasn't in dire need of assistance, but she was still concerned to smell blood and see a wound! well, she hadn't seen the wound but she knew if she parted her messy fur she would be able to find some wounds. she shoved her nose forward to sniff at her, to try to find the exact spot, letting out a hmph! of disapproval in the process. "batfang." she huffed shortly.

by Mercybloom on Fri Nov 06, 2020 10:01 pm

ASTRAL
Windclanner | Warrior | blue and white turkish van she-cat | tags

”speech”
Mercy's pointed ears would perk, the mental bubble she'd trapped herself in gazing up at the clouds popping. Rubbing her dark green eyes, the young woman would yawn before stretching and plodding over in the direction of her friend's call, warmed from head to toe knowing her bestie had called out for her. Does that mean she was done with her patrol? Or had it been training? She wasn't sure - Batty goes out so often, and Mercy wasn't one to pry. As she came over, she would briefly pause beside Littleburr. Purring, Mercy would greet him, "W'hi Littleburr, com'in to say hi to Batfang too? Lets go together ” she purrs, immediately twing her tail with his and pulling him along after. Her delicate smile widens when she notes her tiny friend, Vanilla, already there talking with Batty - yay! Three friends now! However Mercy's warm green eyes would turn into a soaked rainforest emerald when she notes her ivory friend's concerned expression. Following 'Nilla's gaze to Batty, Mercy tilts her head to the side, "Batty? Are you okay?”

WALK THROUGH FIRE - intro

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