Post by Fawntastic on Oct 4, 2019 21:54:44 GMT -5
Roachpaw
Thought that it was clear, nobody said that life was fair
Impatience flashed through him white hot, and he nearly projected his voice at Cobrastrike's retreating back. 'But I want to train now!' And then he was smothered by a variety of pelts; pale gray - his mother's , light golden - his sister's, and dark brown, with a scent he knew all too well and hated just as much.
Roachpaw hissed and ducked out of the throng of cats. "Get off me," he snapped to Spiderbite, ignoring the hurt look in his elder brother's eyes.
Mothlight swatted his ears with her cream colored tail. "One ceremony and Roachpaw thinks he's too grown up for his own family." She let out a mrrow, and Spiderbite joined in a little hesitantly. Roachpaw pretended not to see Mothlight's stern look of behave yourself, rolling his eyes instead.
"Do your best, Roachpaw." Marshflower purred, nuzzling her son's cheek for as long as he would tolerate it (about five seconds), even as Sablefoot looked on with muted pride. Roachpaw's chest swelled with pride, even when he craned his head around his mother's fur to see if he could spot Cobrastrike by the camp entrance.
"I will be the best, mother. Just watch me." No one knows how hard I'll train. He wouldn't give up as soon as it got hard. A little bit of blood didn't scare him. That burning hatred, that sore ache in his chest over the fight with No-Voice and Bramblepaw, hadn't gone away. He knew he hadn't exactly won that fight, but he refused to think he'd lost it, either.
I have to be so good, two cats won't be able to stop me. Roachpaw sized up his parents, suddenly adamently praying that he took more after his father in size and bulkiness than his mother. If he was going to fight multiple enemies, then he needed to be strong. He needed to be ruthless.
He needed to stop wasting time.
"I have to train," Roachpaw mewed; their goodbyes brushed the fur on the backs of his ears as he strode to the camp entrance. He didn't see Cobrastrike, but that didn't quell the excitement burning in his eyes like smoking embers. The way Darkstar's sister moved, as if the crowd were nothing but a puddle of water she merely had to wade through - it was chilling and awe-inspiring. Darkstar had every cat's respect; but Cobrastrike... inspired fear.
I have a lot to learn, Roachpaw churned the earth with his claws, gazing up through the pine trees to catch glimpses of the moon. But I'm ready. Spiderbite's lowly prostration before Blackstag flitted through Roachpaw's mind like a cluster headache, making his muzzle scrunch. I'll show everyone what a real warrior looks like.
Roachpaw hissed and ducked out of the throng of cats. "Get off me," he snapped to Spiderbite, ignoring the hurt look in his elder brother's eyes.
Mothlight swatted his ears with her cream colored tail. "One ceremony and Roachpaw thinks he's too grown up for his own family." She let out a mrrow, and Spiderbite joined in a little hesitantly. Roachpaw pretended not to see Mothlight's stern look of behave yourself, rolling his eyes instead.
"Do your best, Roachpaw." Marshflower purred, nuzzling her son's cheek for as long as he would tolerate it (about five seconds), even as Sablefoot looked on with muted pride. Roachpaw's chest swelled with pride, even when he craned his head around his mother's fur to see if he could spot Cobrastrike by the camp entrance.
"I will be the best, mother. Just watch me." No one knows how hard I'll train. He wouldn't give up as soon as it got hard. A little bit of blood didn't scare him. That burning hatred, that sore ache in his chest over the fight with No-Voice and Bramblepaw, hadn't gone away. He knew he hadn't exactly won that fight, but he refused to think he'd lost it, either.
I have to be so good, two cats won't be able to stop me. Roachpaw sized up his parents, suddenly adamently praying that he took more after his father in size and bulkiness than his mother. If he was going to fight multiple enemies, then he needed to be strong. He needed to be ruthless.
He needed to stop wasting time.
"I have to train," Roachpaw mewed; their goodbyes brushed the fur on the backs of his ears as he strode to the camp entrance. He didn't see Cobrastrike, but that didn't quell the excitement burning in his eyes like smoking embers. The way Darkstar's sister moved, as if the crowd were nothing but a puddle of water she merely had to wade through - it was chilling and awe-inspiring. Darkstar had every cat's respect; but Cobrastrike... inspired fear.
I have a lot to learn, Roachpaw churned the earth with his claws, gazing up through the pine trees to catch glimpses of the moon. But I'm ready. Spiderbite's lowly prostration before Blackstag flitted through Roachpaw's mind like a cluster headache, making his muzzle scrunch. I'll show everyone what a real warrior looks like.
6 moons apprentice nightclan
LF 1: The day is pleasant and mostly sunny, with the occasional cloud drifting across the sky.