Meadowpaw was in a good mood as she made her way to the warrior's den, she was on her way to visit Sorrelclaw, who up until very recently was an apprentice like she was, Sorrelclaw had recently earned her warrior name and much to the delight of the rest of the clan, Meadowpaw's adopted aunt and Sorrel's former mentor Frozenrain was expecting a litter of kit, an exciting prospect for the calico apprentice, more cousins to play with and look after.
"Sorrelclaw? Are you in here? I was wondering if you wanted to join me while I go to Moss Meadow, maybe we could pick out some nice moss for your new nest? I also wanted to talk away what being a warrior is like, I need to tell Kestrelpaw all about it when he gets back" Meadowpaw usually spoke so articulately, but her excitement in having someone she shared a den with becoming a warrior, all her words seemed to blur together but if one listerned closely, they could make out what Meadowpaw was at least trying to say.
Meadowpaw's own training to be a warrior was almost complete and while she felt bad about becoming a warrior without her brother, she had faith he would have learned so much more about life outside the valley and perhaps learn some invaluable experience in the time he had been gone. However, Meadowpaw had still spoken to her uncle about delaying any ceremony she may have until he returned.
Then there was the matter with Sootpaw, while her aunt and Sandblaze had done everything they could for her eyes the younger she cat was not likely to be regaining her sight anytime soon, which left Meadowpaw in a personal dilema.
Long ago she had sworn she would hate Sootpaw until one of them died, but now her natural instinct to protect surfaced and she knew in her heart that hatred was simply not possiable anymore. While she still maintained a dislike for Sootpaw, it was slowly starting to ebb away as she spend more time with the now blind she cat, alongside Petalrain, Meadowpaw was attempting to teach all the times she knew to the other cat.
Though she often referred to her aunt and mother for advice on how to teach someone who could not see, but seemed to have better hearing than what she could ever dream of. It was proving to be difficult for Meadowpaw to handle but her natural instinct and devotion to her brother prevented her from turning her back, for as spunky and fiery as the calico was, she was not heartless.
"If it scares you, it might be a good thing to try."
Sorrelclaw woke from her nap when a voice called her name, a thrill going down her spine at the sound of it. It had been a long time coming, almost two seasons of healing needed for her injury. She wasn't entirely better, as her and Frozenrain discussed, but her fox could be dealt with. As the new warrior got to her paws to stretch, she gave a trill of confirmation to Meadowpaw outside. She was here, and new moss sounded like a great idea. There was technically enough moss for her to build a nest, but after being a senior apprentice with what was quite an extravagent nest, it was hard to go back to the basics. Thankfully she had been able to bring one of Viperpaw's gifts along, and it shimmered lightly when she bid it farewell with her nose.
"Moss gathering sounds like a great plan," Sorrelclaw said as she exited the den. She gave Meadowpaw a smile, her tail curling up happily over her back at the idea of her advice being useful to the younger apprentices. "I don't know what I can tell that he doesn't already know, but I'll do my best. Lead the way." Her voice was light with playfulness. She appreciated her friends, and their willingness to stick by her as a new warrior. With one last shake of her back legs to remove the stiffness, she turned her full attention to Meadowpaw, ready to talk.
"I don't know what I can tell that he doesn't already know, but I'll do my best. Lead the way." Sorrelclaw had always been humble and for that Meadowpaw respected her, she had never once thought she was better than anyone else simply because her mentor was the leader's mate. A trait that Meadowpaw somewhat lacked, she had always tried to outdo other's, particularly Sootpaw but now she was trying her best to fix it.
" Just what it's like being a warrior, I am sure Silverglade taught him all he needs to know but it's nice to have a second opinion" Meadowpaw mused as she walked, tail flicking side to side as she led the way to Moss Meadow " I know what I want my warrior name to be, my brother used to call me Meadowflight when we were kits and I want that, but Daddy says that I have to earn my warrior name with something special, what did you do to earn yours?" Meadowpaw questioned the new warrior gently, she did not want to seem pushy or rude, outgoing she may be, but rude? Never!!
"If it scares you, it might be a good thing to try."
The journey wasn’t a long one, a familiar path to the older she-cat. Her leg injury was completely healed, fur like bird down over the scars, and she was able to keep pace with Meadowpaw just fine. That fact pleased Sorrelclaw, a quiet celebration. " Just what it's like being a warrior, I am sure Silverglade taught him all he needs to know but it's nice to have a second opinion" Sorrelclaw laughed lightly at that, flicking the apprentice’s side with her tail as a gesture of appreciation. Her journey to warriorhood was not common, and she imagined that was what Meadowpaw was seeking by asking her.
“Honestly,” She sounded sheepish at admitting this. “It feels the same as being an apprentice, but there’s weight to your actions now. You can go hunt all day if you want, after you finish your patrol assignment, or you could sit around camp all day. It’s freeing to be a warrior, but there’s more responsibility to keep taking care of your clan. There’s no one keeping you active like a mentor does, making sure you’re doing something, so you could choose to do nothing.”
Rounding the bend, Sorrelclaw turned her ears out, doing a survey of the meadow quickly. It didn’t hurt to be prepared, as she now knew, and if they could take a piece of prey home as well as moss, well that wouldn’t hurt either. "I know what I want my warrior name to be, my brother used to call me Meadowflight when we were kits and I want that, but Daddy says that I have to earn my warrior name with something special, what did you do to earn yours?"
She thought about her answer, nose now down to the ground to test patches of moss for dryness. “I think that’d be a beautiful name for you,” Sorrelclaw starts, her words genuine. That had been her favorite game as a kit and younger apprentice. Sometimes you came up with silly names just for the fun of it. She remembered joking that Viperpaw would be named Viper-rock because he kept bringing rocks back from hunting patrols, clamped in his jaws just as precious as a piece of prey. They were beautiful rocks though, the name suggestion said as a compliment. “I think sometimes you can suggest names to your leader, and they take it into account when it’s time to make you a warrior.”
“I think Hawkstar was always going to name me Sorrelclaw. I was the only apprentice on the border attack patrol and I believe that was his way of testing me one last time.” Her claws scratch idly at the dust, voice going soft. Face your fox, Sorrelclaw thought, her mentor’s words coming to her mind over the sudden claustrophobia of remembering the fight. ”A victory under our paws, and a new warrior to celebrate sounded like a great way to start the season. But I got hurt, and that second half got delayed. I think he was disappointed.” She sighed at herself, sitting down. Sorreclaw looks up after a moment, eyes bright. ”But then that fox came, and I didn’t stop to think about what I was doing. I knew our nursery was under attack and I fought it off with our deputy. Fighting it off made me realize, and I think Hawkstar too, that I had grown and healed.”
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