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"DEATHPAW! I just got in trouble because you didn't clean out the Warrior's den like I told you to! What gives!?" Reapingpaw growled, pawing at his brother's flank with unsheathed claws. He often punted his chores onto his brother and, when Deathpaw failed to do them properly, Reapingpaw was sure to torture him for it, "I had plans tonight and you just RUINED them, you oaf!"
"And you're ruining my cat nap..." Rosemarypaw yawned, her ear twitching in annoyance but she made no move to help Deathpaw, "... take this outside, will you?"
Cleaver & any apprentices welcome, they are in the apprentice den and it's midday
Deathpaw looked at his brother, then down at the offending paw on his flank; slowly and deliberately arched one brow; and he rolled his eyes. He flicked Reapingpw’s foot away from his coat and settled back down.
“Do. it. yourself,” he responded. “You heard the lady; if you need to vent, why don’t you do it outside?”
He’d been mastering that particular move for a while and was rather proud of it. See how little he cared? See his disdain, his perfect confidence? Nobody pushed Deathpaw around, not anymore.
... at least while there was another witness in the den.
Reapingpaw's fur stood on edge. Did Deathpaw just stand up to him? HIM!? He swiped right back at Deathpaw this time with much more force, digging his claws into his brother's neck and pressing down. He'd be able to feel that, so maybe he'd learn his lesson.
"I'm going to be the Sovereign someday and you're only ever going to be a bottom-feeder Warrior if you keep refusing to listen to my commands. I'm not as soft as mother, if you don't do what I say, expect scars."
~*~
Rosemarypaw was silent but watching intently with a crooked grin on her face. Reapingpaw infinitely amused her and his aggression made him very attractive, but he was a bit too immature for her tastes, and she didn't anticipate that changing anytime soon.
Post by complacentdevil on May 23, 2021 23:40:18 GMT -5
"Hey leave Deathpaw alone," called Warmpaw, the commotion drawing him back into the apprentices den as he had left to gather himself a fairly late breakfast after spending all morning out hunting. "You had chores to do and you didn't do 'em, sounds like your fault to me, Reapingpaw," he scoffed, tossing his meal towards his nest before he settled down in it himself, sitting up rather stiffly as he watched the brothers, his eyes narrowed.
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on May 24, 2021 8:00:37 GMT -5
“My, what an awfully bold statement.” Subtlepaw said snidely as she re-entered the apprentice’s den. She had recently come back from a patrol with her mentor and had wanted nothing more than to rest for a bit. But of course, she would be unable to do so. “Sovereign? You? Borealis help us all, Reapingpaw, if you are the one to succeed your dear mother.”
With a flick of her tail, Subtlepaw made her way toward Deathpaw. She stepped between Deathpaw and his brother, pushing Reapingpaw away with her shoulder as she cast a soft glare at him. “You certainly have a lot to learn before such a day, don’t you? A mouse may be a better sovereign than you, I should think. At least they know how to treat their brethren.” Subtlepaw added before she settled down on the other side of Deathpaw.
"Since when did a loser like you have friends?" Reapingpaw said to Deathpaw before turning his searing yellow eyes to Warmpaw and Subtlepaw. There was a split second lag where he identified the two of them... and then he straight up lost it, laughing so hard it was sure to wake up every cat in the den. He had to lean against the cave wall or else he would have fallen over, "Right, right, your knight in shinning armor are a couple of she-cats, one a lame reject who shouldn't even be in WinterClan, the other your unfortunate wife who is only here because she feels obligated to protect you. Wow, I'm so scared."
Still, Reapingpaw removed his claws from his brother's throat. He may have all the confidence in the world but it meant little when it was three against one, "Subtlepaw... More like Crudepaw. I'll remember what you just said when I'm Sovereign. You'll regret it."
~*~
Rosemarypaw yawned loudly and stretched to her full height. The mostly white she-cat was a pureblood princess of WinterClan in every sense of the word. Long, flawless fur, large in size, beautiful beyond compare, although her personality was... strange. No one could ever guess what she was thinking but she always had a haughty grin on her face and now was no exception.
"Aww, the children are fighting," She snickered, being one of the oldest apprentices did in fact allow her to make such a statement, "Little Sovereign Reapingstar, what will you have me do to these insolent brats? Behead them? Skin them alive? Flick them real hard on the nose so next time they think twice about talking back to you?"
~*~
On one paw, Reapingpaw was glad to have an ally in Rosemarypaw but, in the other, it sort of felt like she was making fun of him!? Well, beggars can't be choosers. He needed a body on his side and she served the purpose.
"I'm feeling benevolent today, so I will settle with a firm nose flick." He decreed.
~*~
Rosemarypaw padded over to Warmpaw and lifted her paw toward the red-furred apprentice, "Hold still or I may just rip out your eye on ‘accident’... my father taught me all about how to do it, you know."
Post by complacentdevil on May 29, 2021 21:00:47 GMT -5
Warmpaw rolled his eyes, uncaring of the other apprentice's threat. He simply raised his chin, sitting himself up straighter. Like Rosemarypaw he was large, but with less of the edge that the rest of his denmates seemed to have, not that he cared. "And you better hold still, make one move and you'll be flying out this den," he warned, trying to defuse the situation in what seemed to be a language the she-cat could understand.
Cleaver deathpaw is a dark prince/bad boy/cool kid taht suffers from diarrhea of the mouth. Meaning once he starts talking he basically rambles on and doesn’t stop. This frustrates Pomegranatepaw as if it weren’t for that trait he’d be a perfect prince, just like how she sees her self as a perfect princess of WinterClan Jadie still cool with the plan of Reapingpaw and Pomegranatepaw’s relationship being like Ty-Lee and Azula from ATLA? complacentdevilNova
Pomegranatepaw had just walked into the den and found it a mess. One of the chores Reapingpaw was supposed to complete, cleaning their den. Clearly, her sibling couldn’t handle that task, the dark grey and white she-cat shifted her focus around the room, a displeased look on her face. She would not be tolerating this kind of disobedience, not even from her own sibling. Chores were tasks, one start were completed without question. Had she not mad ethics clear before with her fellow students, especially her siblings? It was no different than training and got that reasoning alone it irked her that Reapingpaw failed to complete this task. “Reapingpaw, care to explain why your chores are not done?” Her tone held disdain and irritation, but also a sweetly hint that spoke of her true feelings of frustration at her sibling. Pomegranatepaw expected better of her own blood, they were the children of the Sovereign and thus had a standard to set.
(sure re: the Ty-Lee although his personality is going to be quite different xD As far as the loyalty goes we can roll with it though!)
Reapingpaw's ears pinned back and his expression totally changed when he heard Pomegranatepaw's voice. It was like he was an entirely different cat from moments ago, much more passive. He quickly scampered to his larger sister's side with his fur just slightly fluffed out.
"Deathpaw said he would clean the den for me, but he did not. Now I'm in trouble because he failed to do the task given to him. You need to punish him, not me, dear sister. It's all his fault."
(Lol yea that’s what I figured would happen. Is Reapingpaw gonna betray her like Ty-Lee did too lol?) CleavercomplacentdevilNova
Pomegranatepaw stared at her sibling, hunkering down at her side, then move her gaze to Deathpaw. An eyebrow quirked, a message sent. And what do you have to say? All with a look and nothing more. It spoke of power, that she had such sway over her siblings that one hunkered down at her side and the other would answer a question she didn’t verbally ask.
Deathpaw stiffened as his brother forced him to the ground, fighting to resist Reapingpaw despite being the weaker cat. He was on the edge of giving in despite their audience when Warmpaw intervened, and as soon as Subtlepaw set him free he sat straight up and glared at Reapingpaw with open hostility. No way he was giving in now that his fiance was watching.
"You should be scared," he muttered, but he was drowned out by the argument between Rosemarypaw and Warmpaw. His dark tail lashed. Maybe he should be happy to have so much support, but he wasn't. It made his skin crawl, he couldn't let the performance slip in front of everyone, especially not now that his sister was here. At least he didn't need to act happy to see them. No bad boy was ever excited to have friends.
Deathpaw stared into his sister's eyes, wishing she would just handle the situation without making him talk. But fine. She knew what was going to happen, this was her fault.
The dark-furred tomcat shrugged his shoulders and leaned back, his expression bored. "Reapingpaw should do his own work," he replied cooly. A pause. And then, unfortunately, he went on. "If he's too lazy to do his own work, he'll never be a real warrior, and I need time to train and perfect my moves. I can't always remember to do things for him. He needs to deal with his own consequences. Like, for insulting Subltepaw! He called her names, you know, which is so not fair."
"Oh shut up Deathpaw," Reapingpaw groaned, waving at his brother dismissively. Clearly he hadn't really been listening to a word the other tom had said. To him it was just whining, which he didn't have time for, "You said you'd do my chores. I thought I could trust your word since you're my brother and royalty, but I guess I should have known better."
He turned his attention back to Pomegranatepaw, his expression softening slightly as he waited for her to pass her judgment.
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Jul 10, 2021 19:17:57 GMT -5
Subtlepaw slowly lowered herself into her nest, grooming her pristine coat as she listened to the argument. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she listened.
"Honestly... the lot of you sound like nothing more than kittens arguing over a ball of moss..." She muttered to herself.
"Excellent job, Deathpaw." The tortoiseshell mewed as she crossed her paws neatly over the other before her betrothed spoke again. "Honestly..." She
"You might think that this is a minor disagreement, but it goes a lot deeper than that! When you make an agreement with someone - or are given a command by your superior - no matter how minor, you're expected to fulfill it. It's the principle of the subject. I'd be just as angry with my brother if he agreed to play moss ball with me and didn't show up," Reapingpaw argument, clearly Subtlepaw had set him off. He opened his mouth to continue ranting but stopped himself and looked back to Pomegranatepaw awaiting her opinion.
Pomegranatepaw was the ring leader of her siblings, even if she wasn't necessarily the oldest. Her word was law, her actions copied, and her temper one others' didn't want to mess with. She was influential and taking after her mother more every day. Truly, she expected better of Deathpaw by now. She'd been training him since they were kits to watch his mouth, to not let it run away with him, but even now he was proving he still couldn't control it. Disappointed, and her frowning face showing her displeasure, her eyes moved from Deathpaw to Reapingpaw. Her words commanded attention to be returned to her, and the focus back on the problem at hand. Even as a student she was commanding attention and demanding her denmates and others of the clan to follow her in all ways of life.
"And why was he doing your chores in the first place Reapingpaw? I gave them to you to do, not for Deathpaw to do. If I wanted Deathpaw to do your chores, I'd have assigned them to him instead, am I wrong?" When it came to her siblings, Pomegranatepaw controlled what they did outside of their training. Their chores, their social lives, she tried to control it all, to force them to be as perfect as she is. The children of the Sovereign couldn't afford to be anything but perfect. Her tail wrapped around her paws, her posture perfect as always. The she-cat glanced from one brother to the next, before speaking again. "Have anyone's chores been done? Or have you all just been standing here like lazy DayClan cats?" Pomegranatepaw couldn't stand DayClan, especially not after hearing how lazy they really were. They were too relaxed, too easy-going, they took nothing seriously like the cats of WinterClan do. Unworthy in her eyes, the term 'DayClan cat' had become one of her favorite insults as of late. Being compared to one was worse than being anything else in her eyes.
Deathpaw's ear twitched, surprised by Subtlepaw's approval. He held her gaze for a moment but said nothing. He knew his brother was right, he should have just done what he was asked, but he had forgotten. Now it was causing a whole scene. It wasn't very cool of him to get yelled at with all these other apprentices around, even if they were on his side...
"I did my chores," he answered with a casual shrug. That was a lie. Cool cats lied (but only when he knew his sister would have to leave the den to check, and then he could explain the situation).
"He's lying," Reapingpaw said matter-of-factly, his mustard-yellow eyes burning with annoyance. He was especially peeved given that he'd just gotten a lecture from Pomegranatepaw because of Deathpaw, "He didn't do any of his chores, mine included. I was busy training all morning and didn't have time to get to what you'd assigned me, so I delegated to someone I thought I could trust, but turned out he made a fool of both of us. Now here's the real question - what were YOU doing, Deathpaw?"
Deathpaw's ears flattened. Did his brother always have to be such a pest? He was already in trouble, but Reapingpaw was intent on making everything worse.
"How do you know I did do my chores? You were so busy training all morning, you wouldn't know what I did," he shot back. The dark fur on his shoulders started to rise. "And another thing -- if you had time to check if I did my chores, you had time to just do yours. How about next time you use that brain of yours and think next time?"
Oh. Ohhh, that was going too far, wasn't it? Reapingpaw was going to beat him now. Deathpaw glanced nervously at the other cats in the den.
"Uh, I think I just heard Mom calling," he said, and bolted.
