Post by xvinn on Jul 27, 2022 1:44:17 GMT -5
kestrelfoot (she/her) | galeclan
In recent moons, there had been push that Kestrelfoot should be trying to reach out to others more. It was as though she could hear her sister trying to push her to move on - which, of course, was easier said than done. A fear rippled through Kestrelfoot's entire being about what "moving on" really meant. "I can't move on from you forever, Dipperpaw..." she thought. She would never be able to fully leave behind her littermate and her best friend - there were nights that she still had nightmares of watching the grey she-cat fall from Kestrelfoot's sights, down into the cracks in the earth, out of reach. She would always wake up in a panic and sweat when she had those nightmares, but she didn't even know what she was supposed to do about it. She doubted that Kindleflare or Ravenpaw had any sort of herb that cured nightmares.
But some cats had become friendlier towards Kestrelfoot in recent moons, she had noticed. She wondered if their approaching was a sign from her sister, pushing these cats into Kestrelfoot's life - other cats that she could care for. Of course, the tortishell constantly had her paws full with Murkpaw, and she could only hope that with the young tom rounding twelve moons any time soon that maybe Owlstar could relieve Kestrelfoot of what had been most likely six of the most stressful moons of her life trying to make sure Murkpaw didn't just die while training. She licked the fur on her shoulder, as though trying to calm herself down from the anxious thoughts that often crowded her mind while thinking about training Murkpaw. Surely there could have been any cat more suited to the tom, wasn't there?
Kestrelfoot had also been spending a bit of time with Alderstone. She admitted that something about being around him made her fur feel a little hot, but she wasn't blind, either. She had hoped that maybe she could confide something in the large tom, only to see that he'd been spending days gazing at Rowanclaw. Kestrelfoot couldn't entirely understand why - Rowanclaw seemed to be a cat who wanted the company of no one, preferring to patrol by herself. It tore at Kestrelfoot as another potential relationship - even a friendship - might be pulled out from underneath her.
On the bright side, Kestrelfoot had been getting along better with her brother, Sootstorm, over the last few moons. Sure, they were never as close as Kestrelfoot had been with Dipperpaw, but there was a good feeling to the sibling bond that they shared nonetheless. And Sootstorm knew he could never replace the hole in Kestrelfoot's heart that Dipperpaw had left, but it was nice to come back to a nest where he snuggled in beside her, giving her a few licks on her head and sharing tongues with his littermate. Regardless of anything and everything that had happened to them, they were still kin. As was young Rookclaw, who was younger than Kestrelfoot and Sootstorm, but important to the pair nonetheless. The she-cat supposed that at least that was a connection worth hanging on to.
Maybe she could try and celebrate? Become closer to the cats closer to her age - not just Alderstone and maybe a half-hearted attempt at Rowanclaw, but many apprentices had received their warrior names as of late, bringing a fair amount of triumph and happiness to GaleClan. Warm seasons and so many new warriors, though it was clear that there weren't nearly enough apprentices and kits at this time. If the Clan needed to survive, they would need young hearts.
Kestrelfoot stood from her resting place in her den and padded out into the camp before spotting Swiftfox, one of those exact newly named warriors she had been thinking of. Anxiety rippled through the she-cat's fur, but there was a feeling, a drifting breeze that seemed to flow around her. Of course, wind wasn't exactly unheard of in GaleClan by any means, but Kestrelfoot was someone who thought every little thing was an omen - even when it clearly wasn't. And in this moment, she let that sweep of wind be her sister, telling her to go forward, to make a friend, to be social. "You can do it, Kestrelfoot. People like you, you just need to let them in!" she could practically hear Dipperpaw gently scolding her sister for her solitary behaviour.
"Swiftfox!" Kestrelfoot called out, trotting over to the pale bengal tom, her amber gaze hanging a little low, as though she were trying to avoid making any sort of eye contact. But as she neared him, she took a deep breath, "Well, how does it feel to have your warrior name?" she asked in an attempt to make light conversation.
But some cats had become friendlier towards Kestrelfoot in recent moons, she had noticed. She wondered if their approaching was a sign from her sister, pushing these cats into Kestrelfoot's life - other cats that she could care for. Of course, the tortishell constantly had her paws full with Murkpaw, and she could only hope that with the young tom rounding twelve moons any time soon that maybe Owlstar could relieve Kestrelfoot of what had been most likely six of the most stressful moons of her life trying to make sure Murkpaw didn't just die while training. She licked the fur on her shoulder, as though trying to calm herself down from the anxious thoughts that often crowded her mind while thinking about training Murkpaw. Surely there could have been any cat more suited to the tom, wasn't there?
Kestrelfoot had also been spending a bit of time with Alderstone. She admitted that something about being around him made her fur feel a little hot, but she wasn't blind, either. She had hoped that maybe she could confide something in the large tom, only to see that he'd been spending days gazing at Rowanclaw. Kestrelfoot couldn't entirely understand why - Rowanclaw seemed to be a cat who wanted the company of no one, preferring to patrol by herself. It tore at Kestrelfoot as another potential relationship - even a friendship - might be pulled out from underneath her.
On the bright side, Kestrelfoot had been getting along better with her brother, Sootstorm, over the last few moons. Sure, they were never as close as Kestrelfoot had been with Dipperpaw, but there was a good feeling to the sibling bond that they shared nonetheless. And Sootstorm knew he could never replace the hole in Kestrelfoot's heart that Dipperpaw had left, but it was nice to come back to a nest where he snuggled in beside her, giving her a few licks on her head and sharing tongues with his littermate. Regardless of anything and everything that had happened to them, they were still kin. As was young Rookclaw, who was younger than Kestrelfoot and Sootstorm, but important to the pair nonetheless. The she-cat supposed that at least that was a connection worth hanging on to.
Maybe she could try and celebrate? Become closer to the cats closer to her age - not just Alderstone and maybe a half-hearted attempt at Rowanclaw, but many apprentices had received their warrior names as of late, bringing a fair amount of triumph and happiness to GaleClan. Warm seasons and so many new warriors, though it was clear that there weren't nearly enough apprentices and kits at this time. If the Clan needed to survive, they would need young hearts.
Kestrelfoot stood from her resting place in her den and padded out into the camp before spotting Swiftfox, one of those exact newly named warriors she had been thinking of. Anxiety rippled through the she-cat's fur, but there was a feeling, a drifting breeze that seemed to flow around her. Of course, wind wasn't exactly unheard of in GaleClan by any means, but Kestrelfoot was someone who thought every little thing was an omen - even when it clearly wasn't. And in this moment, she let that sweep of wind be her sister, telling her to go forward, to make a friend, to be social. "You can do it, Kestrelfoot. People like you, you just need to let them in!" she could practically hear Dipperpaw gently scolding her sister for her solitary behaviour.
"Swiftfox!" Kestrelfoot called out, trotting over to the pale bengal tom, her amber gaze hanging a little low, as though she were trying to avoid making any sort of eye contact. But as she neared him, she took a deep breath, "Well, how does it feel to have your warrior name?" she asked in an attempt to make light conversation.
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