[Rani]

Originally Posted by Dolomedes

Rabbitpaw

Rabbitpaw returned to his father's side as prompted, and his ears flicked as Crowtooth cleaned his fur. It was scary to know that Crowtooth had died, but it was okay because he was back, and he was healthy now. Sure he got hurt, but everyone did, it's why Rabbitpaw and Lightningstorm were medicine cats. To heal the inevitable. "I'm sure you'd win..." Though to be fair he's hardly even seen Dawnstar in battle, the only time was when the clans drove out Riverclan and then he was far too busy with his own fights to be watching other ones. From Dawnstar's stature and scars though, it was clear that she was quite the fighter.

"You mean the world to me, really, no amount of dumb moments will change that, pa." Rabbitpaw didn't mind really. He considered all cats to have dumb moments because no one was perfect. Even cats like Dawnstar and Twilightstar have surely tripped over their own paws at some point, or fumbled up into their dens, or who even knows back when they were apprentices. Sometimes it seems the clans forget that, that even their worshipped dead were once just living cats like them. They were neglectful, sure, but the living can't expect them to be perfect beings when they are just spirits of life. "Ideas..."

The blonde quieted for a long time, eyes squirting ever so slightly in thought as Rabbitpaw tried to think of some unique applications of his father's abilities. "Well.. I guess, have you ever seen the strongest wind you can make? Like what's the heaviest thing you can push over?" That could be very good information for sure, especially if you wanted to apply it to something like a battle. Could Crowtooth push cats around with the wind? Oh! "Do you think you could mess with the twoleg's den building with it? Or would that be too risky? Do you have to be close to your target? Could you just imagine it elsewhere and it'll happen regardless of where you are?"

Crowtooth
Windclan Deputy | He/him | 55 Moons
Power Card: Cold Gust

The faith Rabbitpaw had in him was heart warming, though Crowtooth feared the devastating day the kid learned he was as mortal and fallible as anyone else. One day he would make a really bad decision, fail completely, or even fall in battle. It just was something made inevitable by time.


But for the question.... Crowtooth smirked crookedly, still a little pleased at the past victory he dwelled on. "I can fling a cat like Im tossin' nothin' but a mouse wit' my powers. Also collapse a tunnel system full o' minks with a single motion~" That'd been a satisfying victory... He wasnt gonna talk about the fact that he'd impaled that poor riverclan fool he'd 'flung' in a rather gruesome death though.


He did look a little sour however at the twolegs, grumbling showing he'd already thought about it. "I can do some damage ta their fences an' smaller thin's but those dens are strong like tree's. I cant do nothin'." The range question took some thought and eventually he shrugged, admitting "I dont really know how far I can make it go. I know Im the source always, an' I assume it fades farther from me but...." Another shrug.


Crowtooth honestly hadnt experimented and didnt even really know if his push thing was the only thing he could do or if there was like, related actions he could also accomplish. He was clever as a cat but kinda uncreative honestly.