Yo, I Need A Favor [Ravenstar] Jun 13, 2013 21:06:33 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Jun 13, 2013 21:06:33 GMT -5
You can't turn a butterfly into a moth, I've learned that the hard way. Six full moons had passed since the fluffy tom-kitten called Applepaw had been assigned his new apprentice, and the contrast from Grimjaw couldn't be more apparent. At least Grimjaw hadn't had such a mousebrained idea as becoming a queen of NightClan. It had been laughable at first, Blackwolf wishing he could chalk it up to a silly kit's weird fantasy and nothing more, but this goal of Applepaw's had persisted to nigh infuriating levels. Even though the jet black tom prided himself on his ability to make regular cats into outstanding warriors, he wasn't fool enough to keep trying to verbally and physically beat the femininity out of Applepaw.
If the tom wanted to be a queen, then there was literally nothing Blackwolf could teach him beyond the most basic warrior skills of hunting and fighting for himself. Rather than try to understand or connect with Applepaw, the aggressive senior warrior was ready to just give the furball what he wanted most, go their separate ways and pretend these entire six moons hadn't happened. Now he'd seen everything. A tom that wanted to be a she-cat. He would have liked to blame such an anomaly on bad blood, but Applepaw was as pureblooded as he was, thanks to Ravenstar's persistence on not allowing outsiders to join the Clan. With the deputy's kits just about ready to move out of the nursery, Blackwolf had already set his sights on another potential apprentice, his inability to bond or understand Applepaw having left him rather starved for what he considered a 'real' apprentice to be. He didn't want to raise a queen.
He wanted to raise a fighter. A warrior, a cat who could even someday be the next deputy. And if Ravenstar went with his idea... Blackwolf could very well make that a reality.
"Are you there, Ravenstar? It's Blackwolf. I wanna talk to you about Applepaw real quick - and before you ask, yeah he's fine." I haven't skinned him alive or anything. Standing in the entrance to the short she-cat's den, his mismatched eyes met her yellow ones, the warrior waiting for permission to enter.