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Originally Posted by RedHead
@king kaleb!
A black-and-white feline sat in the clearing, her vividly colored eyes sharp with focus as she stared at a waving willow branch. Her eyes moved with its movements, though the rest of her body stayed completely still, as if she were frozen to the spot. Her breaths came out slow but steady, and she sat in a relaxed stance as she watched the willow frond. Only her face was tense, contorted in deep thought.
Suddenly Settingpaw blinked, and she shook out her fur, once again focusing. Though this time, it was now on her surroundings, which she had been previously unaware of. Blinking a few more times, the apprentice let herself merge back into what was currently happening, around her. When she took herself into deep thought, it took the feline a few moments to come back into reality, to realize where she was again. She watched with a blank face as cats bustled around the clearing around her, before turning her eyes away and to her paws. Flickerkit Nah her tail, Settingpaw let out a small sigh. She was starting to think coming to Riverclan had been a bad idea. Maybe I just should’ve stayed in Thunderclan, with Summitpaw. Her mother had died soon after she had left Thunderclan, and that was why she had continued on anyways, even though she hadn’t wanted to. Now she was where she wanted to be, in Riverclan. But she had come to find her father. And all she had found so far was an annoying tomcat named Pleasantpaw. She did have to admit to herself though that he was somewhat enjoyable to be around. Especially since she hadn’t really talked to any other cat besides her mentor. She has given up on looking for her father, all she knew about him was what he looked like. And even though she always remembered her mother’s description, it handn’t helped when she’d reached the clan. There were a lot of gray cats with blue eyes. And she had no idea what his name was. Her mother had never told her that much.
So now, Settingpaw has decided to just try and live the normal life of an apprentice. And continue her life the way she wanted to, without getting distracted by side quests, like she had done so many times before.
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things had been..going slowly for whisperblaze. his kits were growing older, all except for cedarkit were out of the nursery now, old enough to not need milk so whisper could stay with him. cedar liked to call him a king instead of a queen, it was cute. but he felt grief at the same time. a long time ago, his first litter had been with a molly in thunderclan. he hadnt even gotten to meet them until it was rumored that they were dead. what life he couldve had with them, if he had brought them with him when he returned to riverclan. he still thought about it to this day. how could he not - it was kits that he loved, adored, that tumbledrop would sneak to the border and tell him about. he didnt even get t meet them, he didnt even get to see them! all he got were descriptions. they were unquie, so uquine that they reminded their mother of a sun setting, rpeaking, and rising. you couldve seen them from a mile away, tumbledrop would tell him, that theyve got the prettiest markings on their heads.
whisperblaze could on wish to meet them. he still ot this day checked gatherings, checked thunderclan as they walked passed them when leaving. checked borders. but to no avail, they had seen no cats with a speacial forehead marking is his own kits. they must be beautiful. it wasnt that he wasnt happy with the kits that he had now, he was starting to grow a little family with russet. but his mind always wondered at night, if his kits were looking over him.
he slipped out of the nursery, shaking his pelt of bugs that cedarkit might've put in the thread. that boy sure loved his bugs. but whisper would always deal with them because he knew that they made him happy. whisper was getting older, soon, he would be retiring to the elders den with his mate after he raised cedarkit to an apprentice age. he had seen any things in his life, and maybe it was time for some rest. he hummed as the breeze made way through his fur, closing his eyes for a moment in bliss. opening them, he was left..smittien.
there, was a shecat he hadnt expected to be seeing. the molly fit all the descriptions tumbledrop had given him. and one of them, dear! one of them as a sun looking marking farther down in their face. i think ill name them settingkit. it wasnt the cat he exsactly pictured, but that image had been formed so long ago, replaced by a new one, of this molly sitting in the clearing. was she settingkit? she didnt look like a kit anymore..perhaspe settingpaw..
he approached her. he had to. taking slow, hesitant steps forward, bright blue eyes eyed the what he assumed apprentice. "Are you..," he paused, "are you settingpaw?"