[Neptune.]

 

Originally Posted by kittycatburmise

Mallowpaw
87/100

The apprentice nodded, confirming Mallowpaw's assumption, before signing an apology. "It's not your fault," she told her, shifting uncomfortably. She didn't know what to say. How was she supposed to communicate with her if she could barely understand what the she-cat was saying?

Silence stretched between them as Mallowpaw tried to think of something that would stop the conversation from drying up. "How's your training going?" she asked eventually. Hopefully the question was closed-ended enough for her to understand the black tabby even if she didn't use the signs Mallowpaw knew; she should be able to recognise 'going well' from 'going horribly'.

Cinderpaw
~<>~
48/100
9 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice
small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes

Her training? Uh... well, it was okay? Sort of? She'd recently gotten some basic battle training, but that was it. All other attempts to get any sort of training going had either come up short of the warrior she wanted lessons from fell through in some way. And that's not even to mention the moon she spent recovering when she first gained her name, and then the next moon where she was always on the precipice of retreating farther back into her shell. Recently, she'd taken more initiative, struggling against the feeling that she was falling so far behind her littermates (or those who still remained) who all seemed ready to get their warrior names the second they turn 10 moons old just as Sleepysunrise did.

"It's going fine," she answers, but before she can return the question, Dawnstar begins adressing the gathering, telling news, and after she's finished, Bumblestar steps to the plate. The older medicine cat, Drizzlecloud, had apparently stepped down. Hm. Nothing else really caught her attention, but when WindClan's leader started speaking, Cinderpaw still listened. StarClan blessed windclan with two litters it seemed... hopefully their parents would love them. WindClan took their leave, and soon ThunderClan and ShadowClan would as well.

Cinderpaw wanted to get back home, the sand felt strange under her paws, but she couldn't just get up and leave without being dismissed, and she couldn't walk away from this other apprentice without excusing herself.

"Joining, Clan," she signs, using the universal motions a little choppily - they don't flow as well as her own method, but she's trying to make an effort. "See you around," she waves goodbye and wanders off in the direction of her clan, hoping to join them all before Dawnstar dismissed them.