FOXGLOVEKISS
she/her. 52 moons (at death). slender ginger molly with brown and cream markings, blue eyes. left hind leg is scarred.
( purrks ; worldweaver, nightmare fuel - tier 1 permanently active)

foxglovekiss had been working on a certain skill for the few moons she had been dead. tugging and pulling at the strings of reality, clawing at the invisible walls that kept her entrapped. the molly, for the past few days (or has it been weeks? she cannot tell in this darkness) has been taking a short break to watch the clans. she's watched leaders, deputies, medicine cats and their apprentices all come and go. she must say, twilightstar and dawnstar are certainly admirable just for the fact they haven't suddenly disappeared or croaked out of nowhere like riverclan and thunderclan's ranks. why, last time she was alive, she believes thunderclan's leader was...aspenstar? now they've gone through, what, four leaders? on the fifth, now.

well, she supposes she should focus on her own clan - windclan. why, that is where her children are! it would be where her lovely mate, beastbelly, and her father, hawkhaze, would be too. if only beastbelly hadn't made such a horrible, foul decision to have an affair. anger still bubbles up in the molly just thinking about it. momentarily, her claws unsheathe and scrape against the cold ground. and oh, her poor, poor father - she's sure he'd still be alive if he hadn't gotten killed by that rogue. she would weep, but she fears that the cold of the dark forest has frozen her tears, unable to cry. but back onto her sweet windclan.

she's had an eye on her kits, watching them grow. some of them, she notes, definitely got their father's looks. a horrible thing, really, because beastbelly was a good tom turned sour. and that one loner..well, foxglovekiss isn't entirely sure if he was any good - he was a simple fling. she wonders if she should try to visit her kits in their dreams. she's also had her eyes on a ginger apprentice of windclan.

/ @ChaosBringer.

FOXGLOVEKISS
she/her. 52 moons (at death). slender ginger molly with brown and cream markings, blue eyes. left hind leg is scarred.
( purrks ; worldweaver, nightmare fuel - tier 1 permanently active)

in the quiet forest, it's not hard to hear when a cat is approaching. her ears swivel at the sound of paw steps, spinning around. her blue eyes search the area - oh! foxglovekiss watches in amusement as the ginger tom approaches her - he even growls. she continues to watch for a few moments before she speaks up, and with the way she speaks it seems like she's known whisperingpaw for moons. "oh, dear! you're finally here." she exclaims, swiftly approaching the young tom. she offers a smile.

"I'm foxglovekiss, I was in windclan..once. I've been waiting for you, and I have just the perfect offer for you, dear. I have to ask you a question first, though." foxglovekiss says, she pauses for a moment. "do you wish to defend yourself? clan life is very dangerous, you know. especially those shadowclanners, why, they seem to have it out for windclan."

/ @ChaosBringer. sorry for a short reply! ;;

FOXGLOVEKISS
she/her. 52 moons (at death). slender ginger molly with brown and cream markings, blue eyes. left hind leg is scarred.
( purrks ; worldweaver, nightmare fuel - tier 1 permanently active)

foxglovekiss notices unsheathes claws and tilts her head at the apprentice. she lets out a deep purr that vibrates from her chest at his answer, smiling warmly at whisperingpaw. "good, good!" she hums, approval in her voice. oh, had she let his name slip out? she purses her lips. how careless of her — she'd never been so disappointed in herself. it's as quick as the tom asks it, though, that she's come up with an answer. she begins to circle around the apprentice, seemingly inspecting him.

"well, if you must know, the stars have been whispering your name to me. they told me that you're very smart." she explains, eventually coming to a stop, and if whisperingpaw didnt move away, she'd rest her tail on his back. "but, do you know what I see, whisperingpaw?" she inquires, letting just a second of silence pass. her eyes flicker down, at her scarred leg. just for a split second. "I see a strong, intelligent, independent cat who just needs a little push to become his best self. his strongest self." the ginger molly says, and for a moment, it seems she's describing herself ay the start.

"what do you say?" foxglovekiss questions, hoping the tom will say yes.

[ @ChaosBringer. ]

FOXGLOVEKISS
she/her. 52 moons (at death). slender ginger molly with brown and cream markings, blue eyes. left hind leg is scarred.
( purrks ; worldweaver, nightmare fuel - tier 1 permanently active)

pride swells in the molly's chest when the young tom seems interested in her offer. ooh, he wants to terrorize a medicine cat? foxglovekiss looks down at whisperingpaw for a moment, with a loving gaze as if he was her kit. "of course I'll help you, whisperingpaw. I see your potential." the ginger molly reassures, offering a comforting lick on the ear if the ginger apprentice didn't move away. if she'd known it would be this easy to start training people, to get the attention she once received when she was alive, she would've started trying to visit people way quicker. "the things I'm going to teach you, you have to keep secret. people would question how you learned the moves I want to teach you. if you told, then I'd have to teach them too and you wouldn't be special, would you?"

/ @ChaosBringer.

FOXGLOVEKISS
she/her. 52 moons (at death). slender ginger molly with brown and cream markings, blue eyes. left hind leg is scarred.
( purrks ; worldweaver, nightmare fuel - tier 1 permanently active)

a purr rumbles in foxglovekiss's chest, nodding approvingly at whisperingpaw. "good, good! but first, what all do you know, whisperingpaw? I wouldn't want to.. overwhelm you if some of the moves are too complicated." she hums, quirking a brow at the ginger tom as she asks the question. she's able to hide a condescending tone easily with worry. she can think of a few she wants to teach him,,maybe she should start with the shoulder drop? something relatively simple (well, in her opinion), that could be turned lethal given the right circumstance and the skill. though, of course, she doesn't think whisperingpaw could ever be as good as her, but it would be nice if she could teach someone something and they'd listen. already, the apprentice seemed to be a much better listener than any of her kits.

[ @ChaosBringer. ]

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FOXGLOVEKISS
she/her. 52 moons (at death). slender ginger molly with brown and cream markings, blue eyes. left hind leg is scarred.
( purrks ; worldweaver, nightmare fuel - tier 1 permanently active)

foxglovekiss takes a seat as whisperingpaw speaks up, listening to the young tom attentively (or so it seemed, at least.) crowtooth..crowtooth. she glaces away, trying to seem if she can remember the tom from when she was alive. "scared? oh my, well that's a good thing, dear." she assures. beastbelly seemed quite afraid in his last moments and she had loved every second of it. "I'm sure a shoulder drop will be easy for someone as smart as you."

she leans closer in feigned interest. she's not particularly interested in whether the ginger tom can hunt or not, but the way he goes silent..that, she's interested in. "before what, whisperingpaw?"

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FOXGLOVEKISS
she/her. 52 moons (at death). slender ginger molly with brown and cream markings, blue eyes. left hind leg is scarred.
( purrks ; worldweaver, nightmare fuel - tier 1 permanently active)

berryfrost. so that's who whisperingpaw's former mentor is. poisoned..by the sounds of it, cowtuft was certainly some disappointing medicine cat. "oh, you poor thing.." she murmurs, resting her chin on the young tom's head and draping her tail over him in a comforting manner if he happened to allow it. "life has been horribly cruel to you, hasn't it?" she hums, gaze focused on the shadows. "life was the same for me. I lost many..my mate, my father, my mother.." her voice is soft as she says this, a low sigh following. a clever tactic to try and make whisperingpaw feel connected to her. to be seen as a victim, too.

her gaze grows cold for a split second. she stands and steps away from whisperingpaw, attention on him once again.

"but that's what makes you stronger, the fact that you're able to continue living despite your losses. the fact that you can make something of yourself..become the cat you've always dreamed of being." foxglovekiss encourages, a small smile playing on her maw. "but anyhow," she sighs, changing the topic back to training,,which she finds more important that whisperingpaw's sob story. she supposes she should be a little grateful for him, seeing as her boredom has subsided.

"the shoulder drop is..easy, you'll love it." foxglovekiss assures, a short nod. "you have to find a way to get on your opponent's back. once you do, grab their shoulders and lock them to the ground using a combination of your weight and claws, then you have the upper paw. sound easy enough?" she explains, eyes glinting with growing..amusement as she explains. she waits a few seconds before she continues, so whisperingpaw has time to process the information. "actually, there's an alternate version too. though, it's more...violent." her tail gives a short flick, "from the front..you have to get close enough to your opponent and leap at them, hooking your claws into their shoulders and slamming them to the ground. just a tip, dear..if you want a chance to dislocate or break a shoulder, put as much weight as you can in your front paws."

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FOXGLOVEKISS
she/her. 52 moons (at death). slender ginger molly with brown and cream markings, blue eyes. left hind leg is scarred.
( purrks ; worldweaver, nightmare fuel - tier 1 permanently active)

"oh, of course, dear." the slender molly agrees with a nod. was there really any point in her explaining the move to him if he didn't get to try it out at least once? while foxglovekiss was no fan of letting herself be used as a target (perhaps a reason she never got along with her mentors when she was an apprentice), she supposes whisperingpaw has to get some experience one way or another. besides, it's not like any injuries are permanent in this cold hell. a blessing that she could have only wished for when she was alive. though with her...tinkering and twisting of reality, she'll keep her claws sheathed for the young tom's sake. she's still not sure just how far her power goes.

"although, I'm not going to just stand here. you need to learn how to use it in a real life situation — your enemy will never just stand still. pretend I am an opponent from another clan..or your own. your worst enemy." she says, holding back from mentioning cowtuft. she's sure that would definitely strike a nerve. she then drops into a crouch. a lash of her tail, and she's sprinting towards the ginger apprentice, aiming to tackle him.

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FOXGLOVEKISS
she/her. 52 moons (at death). slender ginger molly with brown and cream markings, blue eyes. left hind leg is scarred.
( purrks ; worldweaver, nightmare fuel - tier 1 permanently active)

foxglovekiss is a little shocked at whisperingpaw's quick reflexes, half expecting to have tackled the tom. her eyes widen ever so slightly before narrowing into slits when he manages to dodge. though, she supposes she's always been better at playing dirty and not fighting head on. just as she's about to whirl around, she feels the toms weight crashing down on her back and she lets out a hiss. deciding to make it a bit more difficult, she gives a shake of her pelt to try to get him off.

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