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Post by williams on Jun 25, 2018 13:43:33 GMT -5
Briarthroat sat in camp with a far off expression to his face, something faint in his eyes that kept many clanmates away from asking his advice on situations unrelated to his thoughts. He had spotted his apprentice across the clearing earlier and realized with a start that she was growing up. The small she-cat that he was charged with moons ago was no more. Training and consisent food had helped her grow, her calico pelt sleek and her eyes bright. Her rough start in life meant she would be smaller than her clanmates, but her skill was apparent. No matter where she goes in life, Scrap-paw will be a worthy cat to have, He thought. I hope she stays here. His heart ached with the next thought that popped up without him asking. Idea coming to mind, the tom got to his paws. The sun had set enough that the earlier heat had faded to a blistering memory. "Scrap-paw, let's go on a walk." He called, gesturing with his tail. When she had reached his side, Briarthroat began the walk out to the territories. "You have grown a lot," He smiled warmly. "I want to test your knowledge of the territory while we walk. Show me what you've learned." 210 | Fawn | the big feelings thread ulla |
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Post by Fawn on Jul 2, 2018 6:54:44 GMT -5
What doesn't kill me had better start running. Scrap-paw had adapted well to NightClan's nocturnal schedule. Now that it was Greenleaf once more, the small calico saw the value in sleeping through the heat until the cooling embrace of dusk lured them from their dens. Stretching out - first her back legs, one by one, then both her front, Scrap-paw got herself ready for the evening to start.
Where did that furball go? And Snakepaw? The apprentices den was so crowded since Bonetail's litter had moved in, it was making her crazy. The older apprentices knew well enough to stay out of her way. If Brindlepaw had any sense, he'd be curled up under the shade somewhere, begging StarClan that the tom's fur fell out before the next heatwave. Snorting at the mental imagery, Scrap-paw, finishing a quick wash, had her thoughts lassoed away by Briarthroat's soft call. About time, she chided him, hiding her eagerness to train with her mentor behind a nonchalant expression.
He was always busy when the seasons changed. She'd learned to accept that he couldn't put her training above all of his other duties. She got it, really. But foxdung if that didn't leave her bored and a little lonely. Not like she got along with most cats. Scrap-paw fell in step at Briarthroat's side, smirking with her usual impudence. "Are you testing me or refreshing your memory?" Scrap-paw squinted, as if trying to guess his age. "You're looking grayer than usual." Scrap-paw suppressed a snicker, exacting a little goodnatured payback for him being so busy.
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Post by williams on Jul 3, 2018 23:37:29 GMT -5
His smile grew with Scrap-paw's teasing words, giving her shoulder a gentle flick as a laugh bubbled up. "I assure you I am the same amount of grey as I was yesterday." Briarthroat responded, joining in with her fun as they meandered out of camp. No sense rushing this conversation. "I am also impressed you can see my age underneath the white my face has always had. You have a keen eye there, one I wish to talk about." The forest greeted them with a cool air under the canopy, something to relish in after the day's heat. Many Nightclan cats, including his apprentice, were allowed to sleep through the day, lest they fall ill from too much heat. Now though it was cooling down and with a gentle sigh, Briarthroat let it soothe his nerves. This was an important step for his apprentice, no matter if she was clan born or loner born, he wanted to do it correctly. He glanced down at Scrap-paw, then back out to the forest with a far off expression. "The forest," Briarthroat began. " is home to many creatures as you know, including the clans. As clan cats, we are tasked with keeping the balance between all of those lives. Apprentices learn what is necessary to protect that system, to protect yourself and your family." He flicked his tail to ward off any possible interruptions about family, already ready to supply an answer. "Now, a family isn't just by blood but also through what your heart finds. Sometimes it connects to others more profoundly than blood ever can. You and Snakepaw I consider family for example." The tom found a small clearing away from the common paths, gesturing Scrap-paw to join him in the soft ferns. He gave her a smile, trying to find his words without them getting lost under the pride that wanted to burst forth. His voice still shook slightly with the purr that filled his chest. " Foxstar and I believe you and your brother are ready to become warriors. Scrap-paw, you have learned all I can teach you. You had skill when you joined Nightclan, and I have only seen them grow and flourish. You have more than earned your full warrior name. You are old enough too, to decide where you want to go. The deal still stands. If you and your brother want to leave Nightclan, you can. We leave that choice up to you, at the ceremony." ulla |
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Post by Fawn on Jul 4, 2018 18:01:29 GMT -5
What doesn't kill me had better start running. "Now, a family isn't just by blood but also through what your heart finds. Sometimes it connects to others more profoundly than blood ever can. You and Snakepaw I consider family for example."
Scrap-paw's heart jumped into her throat, calcifying into a lump that was hard to speak around. Briarthroat thought of her as family. As... a daughter? Not a little sister, he's too old for that. Humor danced through her thoughts, but this was overshadowed by the emotional weight of her mentor's words. For the she-cat whose disposition was as welcoming as a shriveled thorn bush, expressing herself, even explaining herself, was one of the hardest things for Scrap-paw to do.
There was no denying it. She was no longer a kitten, no longer that feisty ball of fur so determined not to let the world get the upper hand, so determined not to need anyone other than herself. Where had that kitten gone? It had disappeared, or maybe even changed into something else, nurtured to grow and shift by the white-throated warrior before her. Briarthroat kept speaking, and Scrap-paw kept her silence, following him to a sunlit clearing in which the ferns had grown wild. Wild, like her thoughts.
"Briarthroat, stop!" Scrap-paw demanded, interrupting the deputy in a fiery outburst, hurt and fear and concern clawing their way to the surface just behind her dim yellow eyes. "What are you talking about? Why would you give me and Snakepaw warrior names only to let us walk away from the Clan?" What was the point of that? Was he frogbrained? Foxstar wouldn't give them a ceremony if they weren't going to contribute. It was like he said. Family was important. Protecting that family was even more important; what good was a warrior's name if she wasn't going to be a warrior?
Was he just saying that, so she wouldn't get her hackles raised? He expected an answer now, or else what, he'd leave her here in the forest just like that piece-of-crowfood, Scratch?
Somewhere inside her mental tirade, Scrap-paw's claws unsheathed, piercing and shredding the grass beneath.
"Just cut it out." Scrap-paw muttered, ears flattening. "If you don't want me here, say it. If you really think of me as family, then don't lie to me." She didn't want him to be nice and patient and everything else. It felt like there was too much at stake for that. She wanted him to be truthful. His opinion, she realized, even more than her brother's, meant everything to her.
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Post by williams on Jul 4, 2018 18:30:06 GMT -5
"Just cut it out. If you don't want me here, say it. If you really think of me as family, then don't lie to me."Briarthroat felt his heart drop out of his chest as Scrap-paw responded, his earlier relief from the cooler air evaporating. He quickly moved into her view, eyes filled with an apology as he sat low. "Scrap-paw, I would never lie to you. You and your brother mean the world to me, I swear to Starclan." He said, tucking his tail forward so he could touch the she-cat before him. It was no secret that he was a cat that liked physical contact, while he apprentice didn't necessarily enjoy it. The tom didn't want to risk her bolting before he finished saying his piece so he kept the contact he craved to a minimum. "I want more than anything for you to stay with Nightclan, to be a warrior and work alongside me. We took you as a kit though, you didn't get to choose this as your home. I want you to decide your home, your family, that is what I'm asking from you. I am so sorry for not explaining that right. " Fawn | DAD APOLOGIES FOR EXPRESSING HIS LOVE WRONG ulla |
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Post by Fawn on Jul 10, 2018 6:38:00 GMT -5
What doesn't kill me had better start running. Some of the hurt and confusion lifted like cloud-cover, his honesty bursting through the building storm. Just like she'd expected, he was trying to be nice and considerate, but Briarthroat wanted her to stay. "Well you should have led with that," Scrap-paw muttered, folding her haunches so she could begin to smooth down the raised tufts of fur along her chest and spine.
It was hard to look him in the eyes, all of a sudden. The love and sincerity she saw there made her feel almost dizzy with relief. There was a different kind of fear in her heart now, stemming from a fear of showing more than she cared to when it came to her own feelings. Briarthroat said she and Snakepaw meant the world to him. The truth was, he meant the world to her, too.
I want you to decide your home, your family, that is what I'm asking from you.
Scrap-paw flushed beneath her white and patched coat, feeling her ears burn when he stepped in close. The she-cat gave him an soft headbutt right in the chest, defiance glowing in her eyes when she could finally meet her mentor's gaze.
"I still think your memory's going." It was some of her old feistiness back, but it lacked the usual vigor. "I did already, Briarthroat. I'm still here. Snakepaw's still here. I'm still your apprentice. I'm not going anywhere." Didn't he realize how strongly she had bonded to this Clan? She could have left a moon ago. Maybe even earlier. She had the skills to fend for herself, and as he well knew, she was no coward.
Living on her own did not frighten her.
But it wasn't about that. It was about... loyalty. She wasn't Scratch. She couldn't just turn her back on the Clan or the cats that meant the most to her. 15 Moons | Apprentice | NightClan ScraPaw williams 310 Words Notes: SHUT UP I LOVE YOU DAD |
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Post by williams on Jul 25, 2018 1:14:44 GMT -5
"I still think your memory's going. I did already, Briarthroat. I'm still here. Snakepaw's still here. I'm still your apprentice. I'm not going anywhere."She's staying! Briarthroat felt fit to burst. His heart was the sun, warming his entire system from the sheer affection he felt for his apprentice. He would never be able to place where the love for Scrap-paw came from, what caused Pinewhisker and Foxstar to place the calico she-cat in his care, but he knew for certain that she was his daughter. There was no doubt in his mind about that. "You're still here." The tom echoed, his words muffled through the purr that swelled in his chest. He bowed his head, touching the top of Scrap-paw's head before giving it a quick lick. "Thank you for correcting my memory," He teased, his smile crinkling up his eyes still from the joy. "I am glad I can count on you to remind me."Briefly, Briarthroat enjoyed the closeness, letting his joy settle in his paws and warm him to the tips of his whiskers. Then, he tilted his head, nodding towards the territory. "Tell me about your home then, as your last test before earning your name." Fawn | big ol delay on this bc it kept making me CRY, either end it here or bring in fox? ulla |
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