[Fawn]

Lotuswhisker

33 Moons, She-Cat, RainClan Warrior

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Even when surrounded by sleeping Clanmates, Lotuswhisker felt homesick. She missed the soft rushing sounds of the camp stream surrounding them, and the light whispering voices of the rushes and fronds that grew around RainClan’s camp. Instead, she had been forced to get used to Leopardyowl’s snoring, Blackthorn’s horrid remarks, and the drowsy rustling of her Clanmates all trying to get comfortable.

Rising under a cool morning light, Lotuswhisker left the den quickly (after a brief affectionate nuzzle to Willowbreeze’s shoulder), preferring to stretch in more open space than under the cramped darkness of the wooded cove.

It was strange to hear such loud birdsong all around when she awoke each morning; her heart ached for her own nest back at camp, but as she stretched out each limb until a satisfying pop sounded from each joint, Lotuswhisker snorted under the realization that Timberwing’s supporters had probably chucked her nest into the stream moons ago.

Why did everything have to come to this? Well… they knew why. Timberwing had been accepted into the Clan, Razorstar had been made leader, Sunstride had joined from TreeClan, his mate Rippletail pregnant with Lizardleap and Glowflower… So many of their numbers were impure. So many HalfClan cats; what would the other Clans think of them, if they knew?

Falconleap had died many moons ago, so it was easy to forget that Bitternwing, Gullswoop, Crowblaze and Heronstrike were also HalfClan, but every time she saw Hawkfall at the Gathering, she was jarred, and that knowledge came rushing back like a persistent stream.

Trying to clear her head of unpleasant thoughts, Lotuswhisker took a few long drinks from the cool water, enjoying the fresh crisp taste on her tongue as it flowed down her parched throat. Afterward, Lotuswhisker shook off any moss scraps from her sleek brown pelt and approached the makeshift apprentices’ den. ”Shadowpaw?” she mewed in quietly, her whiskers twitching with a surge of warmth as she recognized Goldpaw, Berrypaw and Frogpaw sleeping quietly nearby.

Her own apprentice was a rather mysterious kitten with black fur and private thoughts, but Lotuswhisker did not anticipate a difficult apprenticeship. Shadowpaw was her first apprentice--but Lotuswhisker was confident it would go well. She would prove to Leopardyowl that there were better ways to train an apprentice than through verbal abuse and offensive behavior.
”Time to get up, Shadowpaw. We’re going fishing.”

Perhaps Shadowpaw would be excited by the prospect of learning how to catch her first fish?

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Shadowpaw


Shadowpaw groaned. A voice breaking her out of her slumber. Making her peek open one sleepy grassy green eye. She glowers as she realizes who had awoken her. Lotuswhisker, her mentor. Ugh! Just go away! She thought rolling over so her back was to the older she-cat. Her big fluffy tail coming up to cover her face, a growl in her throat. " Just a little longer!" She grumbles at the older cat.

Closing her eyes, Shadowpaw tries to go back to sleep. However it was impossible. Sighing, she drags herself into a sitting position cursing her mentor for waking her. Her dreams were the only things she liked about life at the moment. Dragging her tongue through he pelt briefly, she slowly stands. Stretching with a loud yawn. Caring very little whether she woke any of her fellow apprentices. Her brother Wolfpaw, already gone from his nest. Most likely out training with his own mentor Bravebird. Hoping he was having a better time than she would, Shadowpaw exited the den.

Outside the den in the cool leaf-fall air, Shadowpaw fluffed up her fur. " Lets get this over with." She grumbles, eyeing her mentor without much thought. Who cared what she was like, all cats were liars. All cats except her brother would hurt her eventually. That's the lesson the tom she'd thought to of been her father had taught her, when he'd crushed her heart. Abandoned her and Wolfpaw for good.


Tagging: Lotuswhisker Fawn
Word Count: 230
Notes: Sorry she's a grump. She'll learn to trust Lotus eventually!

[Fawn]

Lotuswhisker

33 Moons, She-Cat, RainClan Warrior

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Lotuswhisker had been warned that Shadowpaw was something of a broody, unenthusiastic young she-cat; it was really something you had to see for yourself to understand it though. Aware of Shadowpaw losing her father at such a young age, it brought to mind her own troubles and heartbreak over Eaglechaser leaving for NightClan, betraying her mother and his two daughters with what looked like no difficulty at all.

Did her father even say goodbye? Eaglechaser had not. He had disappeared without so much as a lick on the head or even a kindly purr to his two kits. Lotuswhisker breathed in slowly and let it out in a measured exhale; there was no time to concern herself with things she could not change. "I can see patience is going to have to be our first lesson of the day.” Lotuswhisker crooned, combating the apprentice’s grumpiness with her own wit and charm where applicable. The end of her fuzzy brown tail flicked Shadowpaw’s nose. ”We’ll run to the riverside. You’ll warm up that way.” And we won’t have to endure an awkward silence on the way there.

With a preparatory shake of her otter-brown fur, Lotuswhisker moved into a trot, one ear swiveling back to make sure her apprentice was keeping up; frankly, she didn’t trust the kitten not to turn around and go back to her nest the moment she got out of sight. Don’t make me circle back and herd you like a mother goose! It was no idle threat, and Lotuswhisker’s eyes carried a flare of challenge, a wry smile on her muzzle indicating she would tolerate very little nonsense with her first apprentice.

If she and Shadowpaw ended up being incompatible as teacher and pupil, then it most certainly wouldn’t boil down to ‘lack of effort’. At least not on her part.

Word Count: 305 WordsTags: @teeks Notes: