07-01-2018, 01:43 AM
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THIS PUP BEHIND THE SLUGHTER
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
THIS PUP BEHIND THE SLUGHTER
Whisper never knew the parental watchfulness as hati did, being left alone to fend for herself when she was younger, she had to learn how to fend for herself- too busy trying to learn how to hunt to cause too much trouble for the near strangers that thought it funny to torture screaming, sentient beings. No- Whisper stuck clear away from camp and the wild kind of people there when she was first starting out by herself. Not yet old enough to be introduced to the clan nor it's cons toms- and left alone. She was near a loner with bloodclan's scent when she was three. And she lived like that until she found her wings, and in a way- her hope.
Here, Whisper did not inspire any unessisary parental mode out of her clanmates. She was better left alone- after helping fight off Amunet's foe a few weeks ago she taught other's she could keep herself well and protected. Though the war god had followed her often a times, it was neither suppressing nor annoying. When she finally got herself out of her own room recently- not noticing her own larger shadow. At least not yet enough to bring attention to it. There were other things to do, her mind to set out on rediscovering her home and the people that were not there last time she had stuck her head out in the sun.
But screaming was something other entirely.
Whisper grew up giving 'demonstrations' to people who thought it funny to mess with her. Large burly felines with the gall to attempt to capture a pup for 'justice' turned into a canvas that the youth had waved within war- painting with his own blood and tar- an artisans means turned into crude macabre banners that would bring any normal innocent's mind into disarray. Any kit screaming away if not for Whisper's need to prove herself- prove she could.
Gore did not bother her, she had encountered a riverspirit with a body similar to her old leader's eating the flesh of a gator not too long ago- to be afraid of gore would be to throw everything she did in the past away. Everything that Whisper had made herself into when she died. To turn away would mean to leave her Cousin hanging- quite literally- wouldn't it?
The young pup leaped over, her claws scratching against the branch she settled against to watch the rest of her classmates. Amulet surrounded by whispered dreads of two savage's demises. Beck offering to cut down a young black feline that looked positively mangled. A cringe settled onto her features- the young grimm coming down from where she had rested, hopping off the branch next to Beck. Looking up at the embodiment of 'curiosity killed the cat'. SHe didn't... feel much panic over the situation, stareing rather blankly up before offering her assistance placidly.
❝I could patch her up a little bit here- at least stop most of the bleeding- At least until we get back to camp. I have a pack.❞ The four eyed puppy offered, looking up at beck and Amunet both to see if they would allow it. She wasn't too sure where the healer was, but Whisper knew how to heal. If it had to do with her own survival she probably knew how to do it.
//list of injuries?
Here, Whisper did not inspire any unessisary parental mode out of her clanmates. She was better left alone- after helping fight off Amunet's foe a few weeks ago she taught other's she could keep herself well and protected. Though the war god had followed her often a times, it was neither suppressing nor annoying. When she finally got herself out of her own room recently- not noticing her own larger shadow. At least not yet enough to bring attention to it. There were other things to do, her mind to set out on rediscovering her home and the people that were not there last time she had stuck her head out in the sun.
But screaming was something other entirely.
Whisper grew up giving 'demonstrations' to people who thought it funny to mess with her. Large burly felines with the gall to attempt to capture a pup for 'justice' turned into a canvas that the youth had waved within war- painting with his own blood and tar- an artisans means turned into crude macabre banners that would bring any normal innocent's mind into disarray. Any kit screaming away if not for Whisper's need to prove herself- prove she could.
Gore did not bother her, she had encountered a riverspirit with a body similar to her old leader's eating the flesh of a gator not too long ago- to be afraid of gore would be to throw everything she did in the past away. Everything that Whisper had made herself into when she died. To turn away would mean to leave her Cousin hanging- quite literally- wouldn't it?
The young pup leaped over, her claws scratching against the branch she settled against to watch the rest of her classmates. Amulet surrounded by whispered dreads of two savage's demises. Beck offering to cut down a young black feline that looked positively mangled. A cringe settled onto her features- the young grimm coming down from where she had rested, hopping off the branch next to Beck. Looking up at the embodiment of 'curiosity killed the cat'. SHe didn't... feel much panic over the situation, stareing rather blankly up before offering her assistance placidly.
❝I could patch her up a little bit here- at least stop most of the bleeding- At least until we get back to camp. I have a pack.❞ The four eyed puppy offered, looking up at beck and Amunet both to see if they would allow it. She wasn't too sure where the healer was, but Whisper knew how to heal. If it had to do with her own survival she probably knew how to do it.
//list of injuries?