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Originally Posted by Airabelle
Ravenkit waited patiently for Blossomkit to finish the prey, his tail curled neatly over his paws. He tiled his head up towards the sky and closed his eyes, letting the cool spring breeze blow over his face and ruffle his otherwise sleek pelt. A few small birds flew overhead, and Ravenkit sneezed. StarClan-cursed allergies.
When Blossomkit was finished, he brushed a thin layer of dust over the bones, then looked at the she-kit again. "So... I haven't seen you around too often. Are you almost an Apprentice?" |
And there it was. The question that she had been dreading. Been avoiding. Been hoping that he wouldn't ask her, and now he had. A shudder went down her spine and her hues looked as though they were about to well up with tears. Apprentice. That dreaded word that was ruining her life, that StarClan-forsaken word that she hated so strongly... apprentice. That word that she was sure would keep her from ever becoming one, she was just scared of everything and weak and mindless and stupid and... the she cat looked down at her paws and sniffled slightly. "No." She answered after a moment. That was a lie-- and Blossomkit hated lying-- but she wasn't able to keep from it unless she wanted more questions and had to reveal her secret. Until she couldn't stand it any longer.
While it had only been a few seconds, to Blossomkit, it felt as though she were ninety moons old and she and Ravenkit were still kits, forever young and sitting in this same spot of the clearing. Her new safe spot. "I mean yes! I mean... no! I mean... well, it's kind of complicated but I guess you'll find out soon enough, I'm scared to become an apprentice. Not to mention I have an injury that's keeping me from becoming one, thank StarClan, but I'm scared it's going to heal and then I'll have to be an apprentice and I really, really don't want to!" Blossomkit's voice reached a wail that was normally heard on younger kits. But she couldn't help it. She was truly terrified. This felt so real to her.