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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 7, 2018 17:04:46 GMT -5
Feathercloud The dark-striped silver she-cat rose rather reluctantly from her nest early that morning. Beside her, the pale furred figure of her mate curled in on himself, releasing an exhale of protest as she pulled herself to her paws. Despite the heat of Greenleaf and the thickness of her pelt, the pair still managed to find comfort in one another's presence. Not once did she ever try and move away from him in the darkness of the night. With a soft sound like a laugh, Feathercloud ducked her head to push her nose into the fur of his cheek briefly.
Her goodbye finished, the feathery-tailed she-cat turned her attention to the rest of the den, searching out two figures in particular. She knew their nests wouldn't be all too far apart, despite each insisting they were no more than friends. Well, friends would do just fine for company today. She wanted to take Brackenpaw out for a refresher on the territory layout, with an ultimate goal of the Great Maple for some climbing lessons. Although dark memories of a previous apprentice falling from a tree still haunted the back of her mind, the warrioress knew she couldn't avoid it forever.
Bright blue eyes fell upon the sleeping form of Fawnspring, yet was surprised to find Thornheart's nest empty. Figuring she'd find him outside, Feathercloud weaved her way among the sleeping bodies of her Clanmates until she stood at Fawnspring's side. With a heavy tap of her tail against the younger she-cat's flank, the blue-eyed she-cat waited until a rather bleary eyed gaze landed upon hers before flashing a smile. "You're with me and Brackenpaw today for a patrol, Fawnspring. Grab yourself a quick bite to eat if you want it, then meet me outside." Pausing only for an affirmative response, she quickly directed herself out of the warrior's den.
It didn't take long for her to find Thornheart. The tom was just ducking back in from the dirt place tunnel, looking a little tired himself, as though he fully intended to return to his nest. Sorry to run your morning, bud. She thought to herself with a smile, waving him down with her tail. "Thornheart, you're joining Brackenpaw and I today for a bit of a patrol. Grab some food if you want, and meet us here." When she saw a flicker of disappointment in his gaze, she tossed him a bit more incentive. "Fawnspring's coming too." That would surely give him a little something more to think about. ~400 words - Fawn - First one~ If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. SOME LEGENDS ARE TOLD, SOME TURN TO DUST OR TO GOLD ThoRnHeaRt 21 Moons || Tom || TreeClan Amber eyes lit up immediately as the silver warrioress announced Fawnspring would also be on this patrol. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all. The tall tabby tom had been dejected initially because he'd wanted to spend that morning with his best friend, Fawnspring. And although a early patrol wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind, it was still better than nothing, right? Giving Feathercloud a nod of acknowledgement, Thornheart watched her peel off toward the apprentice den, to wake her apprentice presumably. His eyes didn't linger long, even when he heard the low sound of her voice from within the den.
No, his eyes were very much fixated on the warrior's den now, waiting for the emerging form of Fawnspring. Distantly, he recalled Feathercloud saying something about eating if he felt inclined, but... He couldn't really be bothered just then. He wasn't particularly hungry that morning; he was moreso excited to see Fawnspring. When her nose finally poke itself out of the den, his maw split in his trademark grin as his dense furred tail waved over his head to her. As though drawn by the sight of her alone, he took a pawful of steps toward her as she changed course toward him.
"Mornin', Fawnspring!" He rumbled gleefully, dipping slightly to poke her forehead with his nose as she slowed in front of him. "Looks like you're with me on Feathercloud's training patrol, ey?" He added, unsure if she knew he was coming along too or not. In the back of his mind, he recalled the recent fox sightings and attacks. It set his pelt prickling in unease, but he did his best not to show it. There was a good reason Feathercloud had picked the two of them to come along; a larger group like them would be less appealing a target for the fox.
That, and Lionstar's recent patrol requirements made smaller patrol group impossible. I'll protect her. From anything. He told himself firmly, his cheery amber eyes never leaving the she-cat before him as he awaited her response. Whatever it takes. ~340 words Fawn About time I used him XD |
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Post by Fawn on Oct 19, 2018 2:09:26 GMT -5
Fawnspring Thornheart walked over like a giant furry brown nest. Fawnspring blearily envisioned herself hopping onto his back and curling up to sleep. Why couldn't she patrol that way? It wasn't that she had slept poorly, Fawnspring simply appreciated the luxury of being able to sleep in. There was something so nice about getting up at your own leisure, rather than dutifully dragging oneself out of bed to perform some cursory duty.
But at least that duty would be more interesting with one of her best friends along. Fawnspring mewed a greeting - though her maw was split wider by a sudden yawn - and she hastened to meet the warrior halfway. Feathercloud had mentioned food, but Fawnspring resisted, even if her stomach encouraged her to take up Feathercloud's offer. Nothing would put her in the mood for a nap even more than a full stomach. Fawnspring didn't trust herself not to eat more than she needed to; she wasn't fully awake yet.
Much more petite than Thornheart, Fawnspring leaned against his right shoulder, smothering another yawn into his handsome tabby pelt. "Wake me up when the patrol's over." Despite the groan, her tail betrayed her friendly demeanor, the tip twitching to and fro pleasantly.
Brackenpaw
In complete contrast to the drowsy, sluggish Fawnspring, Brackenpaw burst from the apprentices' den with the bright-eyed vigors of youth. The young golden tom stretched until he felt his muscles warm and his joints pop; it was a beautiful day, even if they weren't doing anything that interesting. "Are we patrolling near NightClan?" Brackenpaw asked, walking a circle around his mentor to release some of his pent-up energy. He flexed his claws, sporting a cocky grin that could only mean trouble - for him or for his opponents.
The soft chatter nearby hooked a claw into the apprentice's attention. He glanced over to Fawnspring and Thornheart; two young warriors who were as close as two berries on the same bush. Brackenpaw squared up against the tabby tom, disliking how short and slender the denser, fluffier cat made him feel. Most of that's fur. Brackenpaw had long ago tossed out hopes of ever growing an extravagant mane like his father. It seemed he'd been gifted with Honeysong's shorter plush coat.
Whatever. Decided the tom. He didn't need to look like Thornheart to show the Clan how strong and capable he was. Brackenpaw watched them a while, his eyes half-lidded as if there were a few teasing remarks just waiting to be said. "Hey Feathercloud, I think they'd rather share a nest than go on patrol with us. Let's bring someone else!" Mischief glinted bright as sunlight amber, Brackenpaw smirking in full view of the pair. Omg so sorry for the wait. I couldn't decide whether to post with or without a Brackenpaw table. ^^;;; Words: 449 Words |
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Dec 8, 2018 8:47:16 GMT -5
Feathercloud The silver she-cat padded out of the apprentice den, her apprentice in tow. The eager tom circled around her like a bee in Greenleaf, excitedly tossing questions her way. Though her eyes were half lidded, they betrayed her amusement as they glimmered in the morning light. "No Brackenpaw, we are not visiting NightClan's border today. And don't assume that this is a border patrol, just because I spoke the word patrol. There are many things to learn, from your mentor and other warriors." She purred warmly, guiding him toward Thornheart and Fawnspring nearby.
Her amusement grew tenfold when she spotted Fawnspring apparently attempting to disappear into Thornheart's long and evidently soft tabby fur. She wasn't the only one to notice, either. When Brackenpaw commented on their closeness, earning himself a slightly narrowed stare from the larger of the two young warriors, the dark-striped she-cat used her feathery tail to flick her apprentice's flank. "Not all of us are morning cats, Brackenpaw. I'm certain the two of them will soon find their excitement for patrolling. And anyway, I selected the two of them for a reason." With a wave of her tail, she motioned for the patrol to follow.
Brackenpaw fell into step near her as she headed the patrol, while Thornheart and Fawnspring took up the rear, the smaller she-cat still remarkably close to the big tabby tom. Considering his size, Feathercloud was a little impressed that he wasn't stumbling or walking awkwardly considering he had Fawnspring effectively glued to his shoulder. But, this was Thornheart she was talking about. When it came to Fawnspring, Thornheart would find a way to do just about anything. Ah, young love. She remembered being their age and in love too. She only hoped Thornheart was more Fawnspring's Sprucefur than Ironstorm.
Young love had made her feel like flying, only to plummet her to the ground once more. She would never wish that upon anyone.
Pushing thoughts of love from her mind, she cast her blue-eyed gaze back to Brackenpaw. "I'm going to let you guess where we're going, based on our path through the territory. Any time you think you've figured it out, let me know." She grinned, her mind's eye already picturing the tall maple tree in the heart of TreeClan. "Until then, I have two other questions for you to think about. First, tell me something important to keep in mind while hunting squirrels. Second, take a look at the three warriors on patrol with you. Why do you think I picked this particular variety of cats?" She questioned, tail gesturing to the warriors behind them. Thornheart was the largest of the three, and Fawnspring the smallest. Feathercloud herself fell somewhere in between, gifted with height born of her long legs, though she remained considerably shorter than Thornheart.
Each of them were different, in height, build, and skills. But would Brackenpaw be able to discern the advantage that such differences brought to an apprentice's training session? Time would tell. ~500 words - Fawn - See notes below! If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. SOME LEGENDS ARE TOLD, SOME TURN TO DUST OR TO GOLDThoRnHeaRt 21 Moons || Tom || TreeClan The tabby tom purred warmly as Fawnspring collapsed against his side, burrowing her muzzle into his shoulder. Leaning into her contently, he almost forgot why they were awake in the first place. Mirth filled his tone as he replied, his chest still rumbling with a purr. "That, I can do Fawnspring. Just keep followin' me, and I'll getcha through this tryin' time." He teased, his thick tail tip flicking happily behind him. His ear twitched at the sound of approaching paw steps, and Thornheart likely could have ignored the owners of those paw steps completely had it not been for the voice that followed shortly.
Fiery amber eyes landed on Brackenpaw in a moment, narrowing slightly at the words spoken. Fully prepared to defend himself and Fawnspring from the cocky apprentice, Thornheart only remained silent because Feathercloud beat him to it. Claws curling into the dirt, Thornheart snorted in a silent exhale before pulling his focus back to Fawnspring. Despite Thornheart's obliviousness, others likely found the similarities between the young warrior and his father uncanny. Carefree and happy-go-lucky when it came to the every day. But, much like Zephyrfang with Silentsong, should any negativity be directed to Fawnspring, Thornheart would not stand for it. The difference between Thornheart and Zephyrfang lay in their knowledge of feelings. Zephyrfang swore he new right away that Silentsong was his everything. To Thornheart, Fawnspring was his world, yet he was still convinced there was nothing but moons of friendship between them.
Brushing aside Brackenpaw's comment about them preferring to share a nest than anything else, the tabby warrior focused instead of fixing a bit of Fawnspring's nest-fur. Rasping his tongue over her ear, he flattened a stray piece of fur before rumbling warmly. "Come on, dormouse. Feathercloud's startin' the patrol now." His first step was slow, deliberate, making sure the she-cat at his side followed his movements before setting any sort of pace. Though it took her a heartbeat or two, her shoulder did eventually move with his, the smaller warrioress stumbling forward slightly. Always ready to catch her, the large tom adjusted his gait to best suit her smaller stride.
The pair eventually found their rhythm, Thornheart matching his steps paw for paw with Fawnspring's. As long as she leaned on him, he could easily guide her wherever they needed to go, until one of two things happened. One, Fawnspring woke up enough to bound about on her own. Or two, as she had requested, the patrol came to a close. To Thornheart, both were perfectly acceptable, so long as he got to spend time with his best friend. Feathercloud's voice pulled one ear in her direction, but she seemed to be speaking to Brackenpaw so he wasn't all too concerned. "You been sleepin' okay, Fawnleap? S'not like you to be so tired." He asked warmly, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb the mentor-apprentice pair up ahead. ~450 words Fawn Figured this could be turned into a hunting thread? |
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Post by Fawn on Dec 12, 2018 20:00:42 GMT -5
Brackenpaw TreeClan || 9 Moons || Tom Brackenpaw's ears shifted in rapid succession, softly flattening in consideration - before eagerly pricking forward as the answer to Feathercloud's first challenge came to mind. The trick was that they weren't going to patrol their border with NightClan, which meant (unfortunately) they weren't going to the branch trail. The only other significant thing over this way was...
"The Great Maple!" He replied, satisfaction adding a cocky stride to his step. Feathercloud's second set of questions were harder to figure out, but they didn't throw off his demeanor much. Not a lot did. Something to keep in mind while hunting squirrels... "Don't miss." Brackenpaw snorted. He didn't have a good answer to that; anything he came up with just sounded like the basics for hunting. Stay down-wind. Stay light on your paws. Try not to make a total mess of your pounce. Don't get in anyone else's way.
Squirrels, though... They were twitchy little creatures. Fat yet fast. The ones he'd seen should not have been able to move as quickly as they did, and yet they skittered up the bark so fast, it was as if they'd never been on the forest floor at all.
"Catch them before they get to the trees?" He suggested, even as he slowly began to consider her last question. Feathercloud would tell him if he was right or wrong - or toss another challenge his way and he'd just keep going. Brackenpaw wasn't out to get everything right the first time. He'd lose his mind if that was his goal; he knew he'd make the mistakes. He knew his stupid sister would end up showing him up somehow anyway...
But when he was finally a warrior, there wouldn't be a single cat in the Clan that would doubt his skill and loyalty. Ivypaw was some kind of freakish genius, but Brackenpaw would be the one who did things differently. Who invented new battle moves and new hunting techniques. I'M LOOKING FOR NEW BLOOD
✣ Tags || 321 Words || Notes  Fawnspring 22 MOONS - SHE-CAT - TREECLANThe patrol moved on a lot sooner than she'd wanted it to, and Fawnspring reluctantly trundled after Feathercloud and Brackenpaw, freely leaning into Thornheart. He wasn't helping her drowsiness, but it was only a matter of time before she had to straighten up and walk on her own. So she savored the few foxlengths they had like this, even with Brackenpaw's annoying commentary riding the breeze back to them.
"Second, take a look at the three warriors on patrol with you. Why do you think I picked this particular variety of cats?"
There was a pause, and Fawnspring didn't have to lock eyes with Brackenpaw to know he was glancing their way, considering his mentor's question. It's a lesson in different body weights and types, Fawnspring realized, stifling another yawn. Feathercloud was large like Thornheart, but she was lankier, tall but not as tall. Thornheart was all bulk, a large cat no matter how you looked at it.
And then there was Fawnspring, who had missed out on the 'elegant long legs' trait that her mother and sister seemed to have. She was smaller than Brackenpaw, even. In her defense, though, his father was Lionstar; Brackenpaw was never going to be a diminutive cat.
The apprentice snorted.
"Are we going to use Fawnspring as bait? Dress her up like a squirrel and maybe they'll come out of hiding."
Fawnspring snorted back, slowly easing away from Thornheart to reply to the cheeky little furball ahead. "It'd never work. Squirrels aren't very smart, but a stupid plan is a stupid plan." Whether he'd been joking or not, Fawnspring wasn't about to let Brackenpaw simply make his irritating commentary without anyone saying a word in edgewise.
Brackenpaw scoffed, but didn't argue back. Probably because Feathercloud was here. More than likely because he was thinking up a better answer, now that she'd highlighted how poor his response had been. While they continued on to the Great Maple, Thornheart pulled her back to her senses, and Fawnspring smiled in reassurance. "Sleeping okay. Things are still a little awkward though with... Aspenfire." Her brother, though not her littermate by birth, had become estranged from the family. It hurt to think he was still holding this distance between them, that not even time seemed to fix.
"I don't know what I can do, or if I should do anything. Feels like he's slipping right between my paws." Fawnspring's murmur was tired, hinting at a heart-deep fatigue that had nothing to do with getting or not getting enough rest.
I realized I finally had a family
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Dec 22, 2018 7:57:26 GMT -5
Feathercloud The silver warrioress padded along patiently, content with giving Brackenpaw the time to think on his answers. What she’d come to learn with Lionstar’s son was that, without something to focus his energy on, he was nothing short of nightmarish. This way, she could simultaneously teach him something and curb at least a fraction of his unnecessary, and often times unruly commentary. It didn’t take him too long to sort out the answer to her first question, and she purred in acknowledgment as he named TreeClan’s largest tree. “Right you are, Brackenpaw. We’ll be visiting the Great Maple and, as I’m sure you’ve guess from my second question, practicing hunting squirrels.” For the most part. She added quickly to herself.
There was another purpose to visiting that particular tree. It’s sturdy branches made it a perfect location to hone tree climbing skills. Plus, it had been a while since Feathercloud had been given an opportunity to really climb. Her claws itched to bury themselves in the bark. “Now, what about the squirrels?” She prompted, steering him back to his list of questions. His next answer was rather underwhelming, and judging by his accompanying snort? He recognized that too. Remaining silent in an indication he should try again, the silver wariorress kept an ear trained on their surroundings.
His next attempt was an improvement on the last, and Feathercloud dipped her muzzle in a show of partial acceptance. “Sound advice, for we most certainly hold our greatest advantage on the ground. If you can keep a squirrel from scaling a tree, you’re much more likely to secure the catch. However, not all is lost if they do make it. That’s another lesson for today, but let’s not get carried away just yet.” She flashed Brackenpaw a smile, before continuing. “Any guesses for question three?”
The last answer earned him an eye roll from the long-limbed TreeClan senior warrior. Before she had a chance to say anything, however, Fawnspring piped up with an unexpected retort. Feathercloud’s lips twitched in a smirk, and from behind her she could hear Thornheart stifling a laugh. Ice blue eyes flicked to Brackenpaw, and in a nonchalant voice with a shrug of her shoulder, she spoke up. “Entirely deserved, Brackenpaw. You’ll get no defence from me.” Her eyes glinted playfully, and she shifted her stance to butt his shoulder with her own slightly.
She could hear Fawnspring and Thornheart whispering behind them and although she didn’t like interrupting, she did have a lesson to teach. Glancing over her shoulder, she interjected quickly. “Thornheart, pull ahead. Keep us heading toward the Great Maple.” The tabby tom nodded in understanding, shifting pace slightly to pass the mentor-apprentice pair with Fawnspring close beside him. Waiting for them to settle back into pace with each other, Feathercloud swept her feathery-tail forward to point out their paws.
“Take a look at their steps.” She told her apprentice, icy eyes focused on the pair ahead. Thornheart’s paws moved slowly, covering lots of ground with every movement. In stark comparison, Fawnspring’s paws moved two to three times for every one movement of Thornheart’s. Yet somehow they managed to stay in sync. “They’re pretty different cats, aren’t they? Thornheart’s big, like you and your father, and Fawnspring isn’t. Yet, somehow they move side by side with ease. Why do you think that is?”
She gave him a moment to think, but the question was more rhetorical than anything. “They’re able to read each other, and thus they’re able to adapt to one another and work together. I’m not like you, but I can still walk with you after a heartbeat or two. Adaptation and observation are two tools that come paw in paw. And they are two things you can apply to anything you do. TreeClan is full of cats in varying shapes and sizes. And, living in a Clan environment means you might end up having to work with any one of them. It’s important to understand underlying strengths and weaknesses to everyone’s builds. Being a warrior isn’t always a solo endeavour. You’ll have to hunt alongside different cats. You’ll have to fight alongside different cats. But perhaps most importantly of all, you might come up against a cat in another Clan that’s different from you.”
She paused momentarily, curling her tail over her back. “Without observation, you’ll never pick up on their tactics, and you’ll leave yourself open to defeat. Without adaptation, you’ll never be able to adjust to the things you observe. So keep your eyes and your mind open today, and give it some thought. Looking at Thornheart and Fawnspring now, who do you think is a better hunter?” She asked him, falling silent to give him a chance to formulate his answer. ~800 words - Fawn - Will arrive at next post If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. SOME LEGENDS ARE TOLD, SOME TURN TO DUST OR TO GOLDThoRnHeaRt 21 Moons || Tom || TreeClan Amber eyes flicked upward as Feathercloud called his name, though one tabby ear remained completely focused on Fawnspring. As the silver senior warrior prompted him to take the lead to the Great Maple, he nodded without hesitation. Using his thick tail to help guide Fawnspring forward too, the brown tabby tom adjusted his motions so that they soon fell back in step with each other. Although he could hear Feathercloud launching into some sort of speech from behind him, Thornheart tuned her out to focus on a much more pressing matter.
Frowning softly upon learning something was indeed weighing upon his friend, the big tom pressed closer to the small she-cat. He’d heard about what had happened with Aspenfire, and he knew how much Fawnspring had cared about him. Still cared about him. He wasn’t sure what he would do if his brother simply stopped associating with the rest of his family. It was unthinkable to Thornheart, yet, true littermate or not, this was exactly what Fawnspring was forced to endure now. Sympathy bubbled in his chest, creating a lump in his throat as he searched for the words to comfort her.
“I know these are probably not the words you're wantin' to hear, but… One cat can only do so much, Fawnspring. I know how much he means to ya, and I know how much you're fightin’ to get through to him… But no amount of pushin’s gonna make him open up to ya unless he wants to. All that’s left to do is… Keep bein’ there for him, just like ya always have. That way, when he does open back up, he’ll know you’re right there for him. Don’t give up on that yet. Ya got one of the biggest hearts I know, and it makes ya one of the strongest cats I know. And, if it's worth anythin’ to ya at all, I’ll be walkin’ paw for paw with ya the whole time.”
Pausing briefly to give her a soft smile more expected of Silentsong than the up-beat and self-assured tom, Thornheart leaned into her comfortingly. “I have a feelin’ you’lll figure it out in no time. Ya always proved to be the smart one.” ~370 words Fawn So concerned for her <3 |
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Post by Fawn on Feb 3, 2019 16:54:28 GMT -5
Brackenpaw TreeClan || 9 Moons || Tom 'Being a warrior isn’t always a solo endeavour. You’ll have to hunt alongside different cats. You’ll have to fight alongside different cats.'
Brackenpaw's dark amber ears flicked back, a brief moment of contention against her lecture. He didn't want a speech about working together and Clan unity, blah blah blah. He wanted to know how he could be a great warrior, not match himself with everyone else. There was more to warriorhood than hunting to feed the Clan. Whatever budding exasperation Brackenpaw had felt began to fizzle out, Feathercloud making special note that the power of observation could come in handy in a fight too.
Now that's more like it. Fine. If learning how to walk paw-in-paw with his Clanmates was going to make him a tougher opponent for LightningClan and NightClan to deal with, Brackenpaw was willing to put in the effort. Expression sharper now, his attention focused on Feathercloud's words, she once again directed him to look at Fawnspring and Thornheart. Really look at them.
"Fawnspring," said Brackenpaw slowly, his answer growing more certain as he spoke. "She's supposed to be a strong leaper, and she's smaller. Lots of places in the undergrowth for prey to try to escape." Brackenpaw swept his tail left and right, gesturing to the brambles and the bushes that dotted TreeClan's landscape between the trees. That made sense right? Looking at Thornheart again, he tried to pinpoint something about the enormous tom that would suggest he was good at hunting. But Thornheart was built more like a hairy tree-stump. Fawnspring was tiny by comparison, but she was fast - even if Thornheart was doing an extra bit of fancy paw-work to make sure he didn't outpace the little she-cat.
Satisfied he'd given the right answer, Brackenpaw gave Feathercloud his attention again. He was itching to start climbing trees and chasing squirrels - but he wanted to know if he was right. ✣ Fawnspring 22 MOONS - SHE-CAT - TREECLANFawnspring's heart ached with gratitude, and, unable to reach one of the tom's tall tufted ears, Fawnspring pressed her nose into his shoulder instead. "Thanks, Thornheart. You always know what to say. I just... I just really hope we can be one big family again someday." The petite warrioress exhaled softly, melancholy still very much in her voice and heart on the subject of her now estranged brother. "I promise not to drag down the patrol with my family troubles." Fawnspring forced a smile, trying to lift her heart out of the grim pit of contemplation that would have her running through what-if's all morning if she let it.
Her short fine coat trembled as she gave herself a good shake, trying to will herself into a more positive mindset. "Let's do our best on this patrol, I don't want Feathercloud to think we aren't taking our warrior duties seriously." That would create a different sort of wound for Fawnspring; it wasn't the fear of failure that haunted her. It was the fear of disappointing others. The fear of giving off the wrong impression when she wanted to be known as a smart, hard-working young she-cat who always tried to put her best foot forward.
A dainty blue-gray nose touched the air, Fawnspring doing her best to get reengaged in her surroundings.
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