Safe And Sound. [Lionstar] Jul 22, 2014 22:28:51 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Jul 22, 2014 22:28:51 GMT -5
B L U E P A W
It was a privilege to be under Lions.tar’s instruction for the length of her apprenticeship. Not just a privilege, no - an immense honour. She could only assume how many apprentices would have loved to be in her position, for there was nothing more extraordinary than the realization that you had done something, anything to all, to catch the leader’s attention. However, Bluepaw was the last feline in the entire forest that would think to brag about it for even a second. Sure, it had been a little bit difficult for her to fall asleep the night of her apprenticeship, tossing and turning, knowing that she was Lions.tar’s apprentice. But no matter how exciting, she didn’t have the right to hold such a fact over the heads of her peers. If anyone ever asked how her training was going, she’d be sure to keep herself limited to the basics as to avoid making any of the other apprentices jealous. She never wanted anyone to feel like they were any lower than she was, or any less important. Sometimes, more frequently than it should have, it made her question whether or not she should ask for a new mentor. She certainly didn’t want to make Lions.tar think that he was an undesirable mentor, and she’d undoubtedly do everything in her power to highlight the extent of her respect for him - but she usually caught herself a moment before it was too late and convinced herself that this was an opportunity to cherish. She wasn’t supposed to be non-stop worrying about her former nursery mates anymore. Throughout one’s apprenticeship, they were supposed to be devoted to their training so that they could shape themselves into the best warrior that they could be. Although she had every intention of fulfilling Lions.tar’s expectations and making the entirety of TreeClan proud, she knew she’d sooner be exiled than have to stop worrying about those that she cared so deeply for.
Speaking of exiled . . .
The clan’s most recent tragedy had nearly slipped her mind. Grayowl, a tom-cat she had never spoken with but knew well enough by glance alone that he gave her the creeps, had been banished from the clan for the attempt on Willowfur’s life. To make matters worse: Willowfur wasn’t just some random TreeClan warrior, but his sister. Bluepaw nearly crawled out of her skin at the mere thought of ever trying to harm Pinkpaw. She loved her sister with every bone in her body, with every thought in her head, and with every ounce of her life that she dedicated to the pursuit of equality. If anyone ever tried to harm her, she couldn’t even begin to imagine what she’d do to protect her. If she ever tried to harm her, she’d very well exile herself without any need to involve Lions.tar. She couldn’t even begin to fathom what motives Grayowl possibly had for such an endeavor. All she knew, with complete and total certainty, was that the clan was much better off, and a heck of a lot safer, without him there. She could sleep a lot easier at night knowing that he wasn’t in the same camp. But she had thought about herself and Pinkpaw for this particular occasion enough. The two of them weren’t even at the receiving end of Grayowl’s threats, so it was selfish for her to be so self-absorbed and only concern herself with how she felt about it. Willowfur was the one she should be thinking about, and Lions.tar, too. After all, she knew - gossip traveled fast, even into the ears of kittens and apprentices sometimes - that Willowfur was special to their leader. He was likely having a harder time than most coping with the fact that he had nearly lost someone so important to him, let alone for the second time around.
It was with this in mind that the bluish-gray feline strode confidently towards the leader’s den, planning to get a moment alone with Lions.tar to talk before he had the chance to head out and find her, instead. She was always one to show initiative; it was one of her many admirable qualities, though she’d never openly claim to call them by such a thing. “Lions.tar?” The apprentice called out his name carefully, waiting to be welcomed inside before she invaded his space. It was only polite. “I know that it isn’t time for our lesson yet, but I wanted to stop by early and make sure that you’re okay? I know that Grayowl was exiled because of what he nearly did to Willowfur, and I’m glad that she pulled through. I . . . also know that she’s pretty important to you, so I guess I’m trying to say that if you need to talk about Grayowl, or get anything off of your chest, it’s what I’m here for.” She expected that Lions.tar had a number of other cats he’d go to before Bluepaw to talk about important matters like this, but she was willing to try anyways. She had always been there to help out Pinkpaw whenever she needed her loving sister, and that was never going to change, but Bluepaw had plans of branching out and offering her shoulder, and even sometimes her advice, to a broader extent of cats. She feared that she’d never be able to do enough to appease her kind soul.