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Originally Posted by Liquoris
[I'm so sorry about how late this is lolz]
Nightleap let out a slight giggle. "Apprentices are rambuncious, aren't they?" she asked, seeming to lose focus on pretty much anything. Her bright amber eyes seemed to start to glaze over with tears, but she pushed them back, determined not to let anyone see her cry. That was not what she should be doing. She soon found herself with her head on her paws, watching the tom. Maybe she simply wasn't destined to train any cat, or be in love with any cat in any way, shape, or form. Perhaps she should simply stop trying. She kept trying to say something, to keep the conversation going, but simply couldn't find the right words for anything, even a simple question. Maybe her old, usually unsociable friend would find some way to be sociable with her? Or maybe Nightleap should just forget about even having friends and head to the ocean. No, she wouldn't do that. Surely she could love some cat as a friend. Right?
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[no worries! really sorry that this one is late as well :0]
[his apprentice has become a warrior since this roleplay has started, so this is centered around as if brokenwing was still an apprentice!]
The older tom nodded, sobered at his realization of what had happened to Nightleap not that long ago. "Yes, they can be; he is going to become a warrior soon, which I'm grateful for, but, well," he paused, unsure about how to continue. "I don't think I've been training him well." he sucked in a breath, glancing over at Nightleap. During the few heartbeats that Snakesnap was quiet after what he said, he spent an eternity inside his head. His sentence practically opened up a door to a pity fest, something that Snakesnap hated. Being pitied was practically the worst thing that could happen to him; it just made cats feel bad for him, and he did not want that! He wanted to be envied, to be admired, to be respected—things that would be unreachable if he left his sentence at that. Shifting into a position similar to that of Nightleap, he added, "But Brokenpaw is a quick learner, and I'm confident that he'll do great on his warrior assessment. I have no worries." There. That would ease any feelings of pity. After her response, should she say something, he stared at her, concern laced in his gaze. "Are you sure you're fine? I don't want to pry, but you don't look like you're in tip-top shape to me."