Standing by my Rules (WILLOWCLAN)

[trevni]

all these practiced poses
i could wreck it if i had to
but i'm the wreck
so what would that do?

wolf text here

@tag

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i wanna contribute to the chaos
i don't wanna watch and then complain
'cause i am through finding blame
that is the decision i have made

The massive tom snarling aggressions at him would have intimidated most cats, but Blizzardbite felt little fear as Hawkthorn snarled venom at their Clanmates – at him, as the dark tabby picked up on the retort he’d offered. His attention fully diverted from Willowstar and her final words to her Clanmates, the tom’s golden eyes narrowed to sharp slits against white fur as Hawkthorn took a menacing step forward.

If Willowstar was Fogstone’s shadow in deceit and manipulation, then Hawkthorn was surely his echo in force and brutality. Blizzardbite’s mind whirled, taken back to a dark night where he’d fought fiercely for his life against his own blood.

- -

Fogstone, silhouetted by moonlight, drew back, hackles raised and blood dripping from his muzzle. Blizzardbite’s blood, hot and sticky, coating his brother’s darker pelt.

But Fogstone’s blood was on Blizzardbite’s pelt too. Too much blood spilled by both parties. Any more could prove fatal. The snowy white tom, pelt more a maroonish pink than white at the moment, stared into the face of a monster ready to take the next, fatal step into his own claws.

If they continued, only one would leave alive.

Fogstone lunged. Blizzardbite ran.

- -

A blur of brown-and-black fur jolted Blizzardbite back to the present, where Hawkthorn, not Fogstone, was lunging for his throat. Too slow, the white warrior snapped his chin down to defend the vulnerable, soft-skinned area, a caterwaul of fury escaping as he felt teeth score against sensitive flesh before being deflected away and along his shoulder.

If it’d been a death strike, he would have been too slow, and, as blood oozed from a slash on the edge of his throat, running just to his left shoulderblade, fury sparked in the tom’s golden gaze. He offered no verbal retort save for another furious caterwaul as he lunged forward, the claws on one white paw unsheathing as he lashed out furiously at the other cat’s side, turning on him in a flash of claws and fangs.

It wasn’t the smart thing to do, surrounded by Clanmates, but all sensibility had flown from his mind. “How dare you—“ he snarled, making sure to keep his head ducked as he braced himself against his surprise opponent, “—accuse me of disloyalty?! Fox-hearted coward!”


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Mal angry boy. after one or two more posts he's gonna come to his senses and retreat out of camp to go after oak, unless someone splits them up sooner

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