Her head was down, her paws dragged across the muddy ground, her ears flat against her head. She needed to take her mind off of Slickkit, so she joined a hunting patrol. This wasn't a prey hunting patrol, no, this patrol was on the lookout for any Shadowclan cats who needed their assistance during the storm. The white molly took a deep breath and looked up, squinting ad the cloud filled sky. What had she done to receive such pain? The anguish was going to swallow her whole. First her daughter dies a day after she's born, next her son is taken from her, and now...now her other baby had drowned. What in the name of Starclan had she done to deserve this? After a few moments of staring she padded forward, slushing through the mud. Sheepface didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to act in front of others anymore, she couldn't keep it up, she couldn't keep smiling, it was eating her away. Through all of this, through the punishment that her warrior ancestors had put her through, only two of her kits survived, Sugarkit and Snowykit. She let out a sad laugh and sat herself down, her flank now cracked in mud. She couldn't do it anymore. The rustling of bushes ripped her out of her depressed trance, her emerald eye she widened and she shot up, her tail lashed behind her. The moment the young tom showed his face her tail fell behind ear and her jaw opened, tears pricked at the corner of her eyes. The words were stuck in her throat, his name, the toms name, she knew it, she knew him. After a few seconds of just staring she plopped down into the mud once more and just began to sob, the tears trickled down her soft cheeks and landed on her black paws. Was this a test sent from Starclan? Were they mocking her anguish? He died, he dissapeared.
{ @Wyldfire @Blue Wishes }
His eyes met hers as she looked at him. His eyes widened as he has her maw gape, and she began to cry. He was frozen with disbelief, his heart aching as his mind finally thawed and he slowly stepped forward, each step quicker than the last. And finally he reached her, standing only a tail-length away. Tears had welled in his eyes, and he stared at her for a moment before he gently nuzzled her. "M-Mom...?" he whispered, his voice cracking and broken from lack of use. "You okay?" he asked, his green eyes focused on her. He didn't notice the other apprentice or the deputy behind her. He could tell she was sad, but why? He was home! Back where he belonged, with her, with Slickkit and Snowykit and Sugarkit. Wasn't she happy he was home? Alive? He didn't get it. But he knew that somewhere she was happy he was okay. "Hey, hey I'm home. You don't have to cry, mama..." he meowed, his voice cracking again, and he slipped his head under head, letting it rest of her shoulder as he felt tears roll and fall from the bridge of his muzzle, dripping onto her fur. They looked like near copies, besides size, and he didn't have a black muzzle. He remembered the day the rogues snatched him up. He tried to run home, calling for his mother, scared, crying. They grabbed him and took him somewhere far away. They beat him, tortured him, barely fed him, barely let him anywhere. Finally when they were sleeping, he snuck out and he ran, his weak and sore muscles straining to carry him home. And here he was, with his mother. He nuzzled her again, tail swaying slowly. "What's wrong? I'm okay, aren't you happy?" he asked.
Marbledface padded at a steady gait as they set off on their hunt. She wanted to go on one different than yesterday, away from the Windclan border to get a look at other parts of the territory, see how it had grown in and changed since she'd last been there in leaf bare during the fighting. She felt rather uneasy today as she moved along, ever since her arrival she still felt indebted to the clan, as though she'd abandoned them; and more importantly Jaguarclaw. She felt unsure around him now, as if he were a different cat sometimes, she wondered if he ever thought the same about her. Before she'd been quite pessimistic, never one to be overly friendly or open, and never supportive. Now she'd matured so much, dealt with a lot of pain and still was within her own mind. Marbledface didn't want to drag him into her personal battles and insecurities as she was sure he likely had his own battles that he kept hidden from her. Every cat hid a little something, right? She wasn't sure but she hoped he wasn't more open than she was, as she never wanted to hurt his feelings. The black and white molly also didn't want him to feel like he had to take care of her, as he'd done so well the past few days. She craved her independence more than ever now with her shoulder becoming increasingly painful to use. She just hoped that peace reigned the forest for the remainder of her life as she wasn't sure fighting would be much more of an option. Marbledface just hoped that she could be graced with an apprentice soon while she still had some life left.
As she glanced over at the golden tom she felt guilty for abandoning him still, she felt as though she could still feel the pain when she looked him in the eyes despite his cheerful demeanor. It was one of her insecurities, she didn't have much trust with all of her family issues. She just felt as though she lost the special connection they'd had a little when she left, though she also knew it was likely all in her head. Marbledface just felt like something was missing, something more. It was jealousy deep down, she wondered whose shoulder he'd leaned on while she was gone, was he interested in some cat else? When she'd been away she'd begun to put some thought into her feelings and she couldn't ignore the jitters she constantly felt when she was with Jaguarclaw. He'd changed her permanently. His outgoing and loving personality had stirred something in her closed-off heart. Marbledface had never been willing to fall in love, or even be interested in in another cat when she was younger, she'd always been too scared because of her father having left them. When she was around the bengal though, all the fear seemed to dissipate, he would never leave her. He was more loyal than she, it amazed her every day how forgiving and flexible his heart was compared to hers. She like continuity and consistency, change was difficult for her and hard to handle so she escapes, it was why she ran away, but that only made her feel the guilt her father had tried to explain to her and that she'd denied.
That was it. Marbledface didn't feel good enough to be with him, despite how much she knew she loved him. Was falling in love with him.
Instead of voicing her feeling she shook them down quickly and put a smile on her maw as she looked over at him, picking up the pace. "Big day ahead of us. I have a lot of catching up to do."
{ @Wyldfire @Blue Wishes }
His eyes met hers as she looked at him. His eyes widened as he has her maw gape, and she began to cry. He was frozen with disbelief, his heart aching as his mind finally thawed and he slowly stepped forward, each step quicker than the last. And finally he reached her, standing only a tail-length away. Tears had welled in his eyes, and he stared at her for a moment before he gently nuzzled her. "M-Mom...?" he whispered, his voice cracking and broken from lack of use. "You okay?" he asked, his green eyes focused on her. He didn't notice the other apprentice or the deputy behind her. He could tell she was sad, but why? He was home! Back where he belonged, with her, with Slickkit and Snowykit and Sugarkit. Wasn't she happy he was home? Alive? He didn't get it. But he knew that somewhere she was happy he was okay. "Hey, hey I'm home. You don't have to cry, mama..." he meowed, his voice cracking again, and he slipped his head under head, letting it rest of her shoulder as he felt tears roll and fall from the bridge of his muzzle, dripping onto her fur. They looked like near copies, besides size, and he didn't have a black muzzle. He remembered the day the rogues snatched him up. He tried to run home, calling for his mother, scared, crying. They grabbed him and took him somewhere far away. They beat him, tortured him, barely fed him, barely let him anywhere. Finally when they were sleeping, he snuck out and he ran, his weak and sore muscles straining to carry him home. And here he was, with his mother. He nuzzled her again, tail swaying slowly. "What's wrong? I'm okay, aren't you happy?" he asked.
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(Sheeps gunna be so unbelievably happy ;0; )
Her head was down, her paws dragged across the muddy ground, her ears flat against her head. She needed to take her mind off of Slickkit, so she joined a hunting patrol. This wasn't a prey hunting patrol, no, this patrol was on the lookout for any Shadowclan cats who needed their assistance during the storm. The white molly took a deep breath and looked up, squinting ad the cloud filled sky. What had she done to receive such pain? The anguish was going to swallow her whole. First her daughter dies a day after she's born, next her son is taken from her, and now...now her other baby had drowned. What in the name of Starclan had she done to deserve this? After a few moments of staring she padded forward, slushing through the mud. Sheepface didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to act in front of others anymore, she couldn't keep it up, she couldn't keep smiling, it was eating her away. Through all of this, through the punishment that her warrior ancestors had put her through, only two of her kits survived, Sugarkit and Snowykit. She let out a sad laugh and sat herself down, her flank now cracked in mud. She couldn't do it anymore. The rustling of bushes ripped her out of her depressed trance, her emerald eye she widened and she shot up, her tail lashed behind her. The moment the young tom showed his face her tail fell behind ear and her jaw opened, tears pricked at the corner of her eyes. The words were stuck in her throat, his name, the toms name, she knew it, she knew him. After a few seconds of just staring she plopped down into the mud once more and just began to sob, the tears trickled down her soft cheeks and landed on her black paws. Was this a test sent from Starclan? Were they mocking her anguish? He died, he dissapeared.
Mistytuft's ears shot up in alarm. The Grey she turned, looking at her brother with shock. She opened her mouth to reply, but pausing. Come on Misty! You gotta think about this. Mistytuft narrowed her eyes, standing up. She was tall,
but her brother was still bigger. Half annoyed and hurt, Mistytuft began to announce her comeback. "So? Your Apprentice was a She-cat. Why can't I train a apprentice? Hm?" Mistytuft mewed. She didn't feel like fighting with family right now. Her striped fur sightly arched at her back. Her yellow orbs glaring at her brother. She felt bad for Onionpaw, she didn't want him to meet her family like this. She flicked her tail tip, "He's Small, he'll get better. And he's not Gay. Even I wouldn't keep an apprentice like that!" Mistytuft was determined to stand her ground. Gay? Really? "Every cat with a brain Knows Gay Warriors are no good, and do nothing for the sake of Shadowclan.
You really think I would train a wimpy warrior?" Mistytuft hissed,
looking back at Onion, she flicked her tail. "Come here," She mewed,
attempting to show off her apprentice.
Dispatching from camp to hunt solo, Peachfuzz crept across the wet, marshy terrain, pursuing the fresh scent of a bullfrog. Approaching the large amphibian, the warrior's steps were light and precise, paying keen attention to his surroundings in order to suppress as much noise as possible. The ground beneath him was little more than sticky mush, and he could not risk alerting his prey to his presence.
Position dropping to a crouch, he darted forward, pinning the frog beneath his outstretched paws. He sank his teeth into the smooth skin of its neck, instantly killing his quarry. Thank you StarClan, for Blessing us with this kill. Straightening up with the amphibian secured in his maw, he turned and started back in the direction of camp. Peachfuzz knew the wet ground would not be suitable for temporarily burying prey, and he wanted to conceal his catch under firm soil. No one wanted their meal tainted by muck.
Once on dry ground, he wasted no time in burying the frog in a shallow hole he had dug. Protection from predators and the elements. It would also preserve the animal while he hunted for more.
Turning away, Peachfuzz drank in the air, detecting the scent of a mouse and - was that Mistytuft? She was not alone, accompanied by a scent he recognized but could not put a name to. Did not Halestar recently assign her an apprentice? It was ridiculous to think a she-cat could properly train a future warrior, and it was not a surprise that Halestar, the disgrace of a ShadowClan leader thought it was a good idea. She-cats had no place as warriors; they all belonged in the nursery with kits either growing inside them or suckling at their teats. Mistytuft had a duty to her Clan, and she was not doing it while failing to train an apprentice.
Infuriated by this, he decided to pay his sister and the poor apprentice a visit. Leaving behind the buried catch, he followed Mistytuft's scent until he could hear her voice and see her talking to the apprentice. Onionpaw? It did not really matter; what was important was a she-cat was training an apprentice. This was blasphemy, and Peachfuzz could not stand for it.
"Typical," Peachfuzz growled as his eyes assessed the battered apprentice and his sister. "She-cats teaching their apprentice to attack bushes and play with pebbles instead of teaching them to hunt or fight. Could you even get out of the brush by yourself?" his accusatory tone was directed towards Onionpaw. "You must be a gay if you are that incapable of looking after yourself. You are young- some time with a tom might straighten you up. StarClan knows They frown on she-cats mentoring for a reason."
As Onionpaw examined the rocks with watery eyes. He had failed her yet again and she was laughing at him too? It's like spitting right in the open wound. Frustrated and sore he glared at the rocks and rasied his head to look at Mistytuft. "I'm not good enough! That's the problem!" he yelled. Picking up he stone between his pads and tossing it into the thornbush. Watching it hit the ground and bounce out of sight. Frustrated he looked back at Mistytuft. "I am not cut out for being a warrior I am just too... Too.. Too awful!" he snapped back at her. His chest heaving in massive breaths as tears formed in his eyes, he attempted to blink them away but before he could totally calm down the sound of approching pawsteps stopped him dead. [ I hate roleplaying him when he gets his self doubtious side going ] His head jerked up to look over his shoulder only to see peachfuzz. He had heard of the Tom many times and avoiding him seemed like the upmost priority. Honestly in Onionpaws opinion the Tom may be a little to... Free with his words perhaps? Mistytuft even seemed afraid of her brother to some extent and based on the stories he heard she should be. Tinyfuzz though seemed nice enough but her mind almost seemed corrupted by the warrior. Onionpaw shrank behind Mistytuft a moment later, afraid to even speak up agasint the Tom. Gay? Me? Never... I just couldn't get out of the bush how does that make me gay? he was tempted to snap back at the Tom but the fear got the better side of him and caused him to shrink even further behind Mistytuft avoiding eye contact at all costs. He must be mad to think Mistytuft couldn't train an apprentice either! I mean. Maybe I'm not the perfect candidate to be trained but I certainly know that Peachfuzz is wrong! Mistytuft is a perfect mentor. he paused for a moment, "b- b- but starclan never said anything about... Girls not training apprentices... Sir?" he squeaked back at peachfuzz. Straightening himself out and raising to a crouch to assert what little courage he had. Though within his mind he was roaring like a lion outside he looked as scary as a worm attacking a warrior. His heart beating a million times faster than normal he took a weary step up next to his mentor. Pressing into her side trying to hide the fact that his hind legs where slightly shaking. Than when she called him closer for peachfuzz to judge him acordingly He suddenly felt as though he could just sink into the ground and wait until he left. For good. He took another catious step until most of his front half was in front of Mistytuft, no longer able to support himself on her shoulder for reassurance he felt his legs grow weak with self awareness. He bit his tongue and silenced himself. Don't say something you'll regret... He will think your worthless and you will get on his bad side... the thought sacred him and he swallowed what felt like bile rising n his throat. The small Siamese apprentice finally puffed out his chest and was able to somewhat steady his shaking legs, he kinda looked like a pigeon the way he was standing. But as long as he wasn't shaking like a leaf in a storm he was proud.
@Blue Wishes @.:Moonfang:. @starfall
Antlerpaw trotted behind Goldeneye & Sheepface. The only apprentice on a Boeing walk around the territory scent marking and hearing them talk about adult things. She groaned in anoyance and with a huff pulled ahead of the group. Raising her head proudly as she waved her tail in their faces. As she was focused on her flonty walk she hadn't noticed the Tom cat ahead. Just when sheepface fell into a heap of sobs. Antlerpaw spun, alarmed by the sudden break of emotions. Was stepping on a thorn so bad? she questioned. Looking at the she cat below her paws. Casting a weary glance over at goldeneye, her face expressing pure confusion. Just than the thrumming of paws on the dirt path caught her Attenion again. She jerked her head and looked past her shoulder just as a flash of fur whizzed past her and was instantly next to the weeping warrior. She blinked in confusion, but gradually it became clear. Sheepkit? Err no sheeppaw? What is he exactly? Wasn't he dead? antlerpaw batted at his tail to catch his Attenion but once ignored she huffed and sat expectantly behind him. Sure that was his mother but, c'mon I've now him since day one! My mom even said we were born the same day. But I was a little earlier. Ha! just as her mind wandered he than said somthing that shocked her right back into the problem at paw. She put on her best smile and curled her tail around her paws. She wasn't exactly liked Amoung the apprentices exactly since sheepkit- err sheeppaw died or whatever happened but since this shocking announcement she couldn't contain the wild and spontaneous reunion ideas that kept rolling in.
@Blue Wishes @.:Moonfang:. @starfall
Antlerpaw trotted behind Goldeneye & Sheepface. The only apprentice on a Boeing walk around the territory scent marking and hearing them talk about adult things. She groaned in anoyance and with a huff pulled ahead of the group. Raising her head proudly as she waved her tail in their faces. As she was focused on her flonty walk she hadn't noticed the Tom cat ahead. Just when sheepface fell into a heap of sobs. Antlerpaw spun, alarmed by the sudden break of emotions. Was stepping on a thorn so bad? she questioned. Looking at the she cat below her paws. Casting a weary glance over at goldeneye, her face expressing pure confusion. Just than the thrumming of paws on the dirt path caught her Attenion again. She jerked her head and looked past her shoulder just as a flash of fur whizzed past her and was instantly next to the weeping warrior. She blinked in confusion, but gradually it became clear. Sheepkit? Err no sheeppaw? What is he exactly? Wasn't he dead? antlerpaw batted at his tail to catch his Attenion but once ignored she huffed and sat expectantly behind him. Sure that was his mother but, c'mon I've now him since day one! My mom even said we were born the same day. But I was a little earlier. Ha! just as her mind wandered he than said somthing that shocked her right back into the problem at paw. She put on her best smile and curled her tail around her paws. She wasn't exactly liked Amoung the apprentices exactly since sheepkit- err sheeppaw died or whatever happened but since this shocking announcement she couldn't contain the wild and spontaneous reunion ideas that kept rolling in.
@Blue Wishes @.:Moonfang:. @starfall
Antlerpaw trotted behind Goldeneye & Sheepface. The only apprentice on a Boeing walk around the territory scent marking and hearing them talk about adult things. She groaned in anoyance and with a huff pulled ahead of the group. Raising her head proudly as she waved her tail in their faces. As she was focused on her flonty walk she hadn't noticed the Tom cat ahead. Just when sheepface fell into a heap of sobs. Antlerpaw spun, alarmed by the sudden break of emotions. Was stepping on a thorn so bad? she questioned. Looking at the she cat below her paws. Casting a weary glance over at goldeneye, her face expressing pure confusion. Just than the thrumming of paws on the dirt path caught her Attenion again. She jerked her head and looked past her shoulder just as a flash of fur whizzed past her and was instantly next to the weeping warrior. She blinked in confusion, but gradually it became clear. Sheepkit? Err no sheeppaw? What is he exactly? Wasn't he dead? antlerpaw batted at his tail to catch his Attenion but once ignored she huffed and sat expectantly behind him. Sure that was his mother but, c'mon I've now him since day one! My mom even said we were born the same day. But I was a little earlier. Ha! just as her mind wandered he than said somthing that shocked her right back into the problem at paw. She put on her best smile and curled her tail around her paws. She wasn't exactly liked Amoung the apprentices exactly since sheepkit- err sheeppaw died or whatever happened but since this shocking announcement she couldn't contain the wild and spontaneous reunion ideas that kept rolling in.
(( My lord, am I really that important ))
(( Sorry it took me so long! I've been working on a few projects I have to do "^-^ ))
Goldeneye hadn't been expecting very much on this patrol. Sure, his thoughts were churning about so many different things, but he was pretty much stuck here for the time being. However, he couldn't help but be relieved that he didn't have to do anything crazy for once. If only he had an apprentice, then that would take his mind off of these types of things. He eventually lost himself in his own thoughts, something he tended to do on patrols, since barely anything happened on them for him. He was jolted back to reality, however, by Sheepface. He honestly didn't want to hear the she-cat crying, not because he had feelings for her, as he leaned more towards toms anyways, but because he had lost one of her kits. That damn flood, he didn't want to think about it. However, he looked over in the she-cat's direction, and saw another cat. That made the deputy do a double take. He had never been good with names, not at any point at all, which made it difficult for him. However, looking at the other cat, one name popped into his mind. Lambkit-or maybe Lambpaw, since the cat looked slightly older than a kit now. That would make sense of why Sheepface was crying. The deputy padded up next to Sheepface now, not knowing what else to do, glancing at the others on the patrol for a moment, before looking back at the new cat, his face a blank slate, as he didn't know what to say or feel.
"My former apprentice knows her place in the Clan," he curtly informed his sister. "Unlike you, she is committed to serving ShadowClan and our Ancestors like a true loyal Clan-mate as a queen. You have committed a sin in disobeying Their Instructions, and you are only causing harm to this apprentice. This apprentice is a filthy gay because he is weak. No capable warrior would flail around in the bushes, crying out for his mentor and whining about how he "is not good enough"." Peachfuzz had not missed Onionpaw's outburst, and his lip curled up in scorn. "She-cats can be trained, but they can not teach. There is a significant difference between being taught to nurture and hunt small prey like mice and teaching future warriors how to defend the Clan."
"What do you think you are doing out here, Mistytuft? Your duty is to find a mate and have kits-- that is the job of all she-cats when they come of age. You have wasted moons of your life avoiding your Divine responsibility, and as it stands you are a disgrace to our family." Tinyfuzz had caught with his kits several moons ago, and while they had miscarriage, the duo were trying for more. "At least Liondusk has converted to being Normal, what have you done but ignore StarClan's Wishes?" Peachfuzz's ears twitched, and he gave the apprentice a sparing glance. "StarClan has stated she-cats belong in the nursery, apprentice. You are ignorant because you have not been exposed to Their Light. Instead, you are blinded by a she-cat attempting to teach you wrong. StarClan confined she-cats to the nursery and made them weaker than toms for a reason. Mistytuft should accept that as fact, because as it stands she is defying Their Wishes because another she-cat told her to."
Mistytuft took a step back. She hissed under her breath. Her tail flicked around, Lion? He's putting me lower than Lion? Really?! Mistytuft's gaze saddened, why had he reminded her to get a mate? She tried! It was hard, he scared everyone away with his chanting! Mistytuft pointed her angry glare at PeachFuzz. "Really?! Liondusk was... There was something wrong with that cat! I am not like that." But something about that comment made Mistytuft think. Maybe I should settle down... Maybe find a mate? I can wait for kits until Onionpaw grows up. No- what am I saying?! He doesn't know anything. "W-well I..." Mistytuft wasn't sure how to reply. The grey warrior stared at the ground, letting her tail drop. "Well, at least I'm not calling myself a tom right? I stayed with my birth Gender. I just wanted to see what mentoring was like. Please, I'll look for someone a-and have kits. But you don't know what it's like for me!" The last few words turned into a hiss. Her tail lashed, and she looked at Peachfuzz with burning eyes. "Every nice tom I meet runs away! And you know why?! Because some random part of their family is different from us!" Mistytuft sighed, her ears flattening to her head. She looked back at Onionpaw and turn her head. Mistytuft looked down, "Look PeachFuzz. Your my brother, and I respect you. Can we talk in private or something? I don't need you to insult Onionpaw right now. He needs to focus on his hunting." Mistytuft looked at Peachfuzz.
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Mistytuft took a step back. She hissed under her breath. Her tail flicked around, Lion? He's putting me lower than Lion? Really?! Mistytuft's gaze saddened, why had he reminded her to get a mate? She tried! It was hard, he scared everyone away with his chanting! Mistytuft pointed her angry glare at PeachFuzz. "Really?! Liondusk was... There was something wrong with that cat! I am not like that." But something about that comment made Mistytuft think. Maybe I should settle down... Maybe find a mate? I can wait for kits until Onionpaw grows up. No- what am I saying?! He doesn't know anything. "W-well I..." Mistytuft wasn't sure how to reply. The grey warrior stared at the ground, letting her tail drop. "Well, at least I'm not calling myself a tom right? I stayed with my birth Gender. I just wanted to see what mentoring was like. Please, I'll look for someone a-and have kits. But you don't know what it's like for me!" The last few words turned into a hiss. Her tail lashed, and she looked at Peachfuzz with burning eyes. "Every nice tom I meet runs away! And you know why?! Because some random part of their family is different from us!" Mistytuft sighed, her ears flattening to her head. She looked back at Onionpaw and turn her head. Mistytuft looked down, "Look PeachFuzz. Your my brother, and I respect you. Can we talk in private or something? I don't need you to insult Onionpaw right now. He needs to focus on his hunting." Mistytuft looked at Peachfuzz.
"My former apprentice knows her place in the Clan," he curtly informed his sister. "Unlike you, she is committed to serving ShadowClan and our Ancestors like a true loyal Clan-mate as a queen. You have committed a sin in disobeying Their Instructions, and you are only causing harm to this apprentice. This apprentice is a filthy gay because he is weak. No capable warrior would flail around in the bushes, crying out for his mentor and whining about how he "is not good enough"." Peachfuzz had not missed Onionpaw's outburst, and his lip curled up in scorn. "She-cats can be trained, but they can not teach. There is a significant difference between being taught to nurture and hunt small prey like mice and teaching future warriors how to defend the Clan."
"What do you think you are doing out here, Mistytuft? Your duty is to find a mate and have kits-- that is the job of all she-cats when they come of age. You have wasted moons of your life avoiding your Divine responsibility, and as it stands you are a disgrace to our family." Tinyfuzz had caught with his kits several moons ago, and while they had miscarriage, the duo were trying for more. "At least Liondusk has converted to being Normal, what have you done but ignore StarClan's Wishes?" Peachfuzz's ears twitched, and he gave the apprentice a sparing glance. "StarClan has stated she-cats belong in the nursery, apprentice. You are ignorant because you have not been exposed to Their Light. Instead, you are blinded by a she-cat attempting to teach you wrong. StarClan confined she-cats to the nursery and made them weaker than toms for a reason. Mistytuft should accept that as fact, because as it stands she is defying Their Wishes because another she-cat told her to."
Trigger warning; I forgot to add the spoiler! Includes hateful content that may hurt some viewers!!
[ Also very sorry @Lunacross and @Myik writers block issues ]
Onionpaws ears where ringing, his hind legs shaking like a leaf in a windstorm and his eyes dilated to the size of two tiny moons. I'm, 'Filthy gay?' But... I'm not gay! I'm not I'm not I'm not! he had to reassure himself. He knew Mistytuft and peachfuzz had this thing about gay cats and he respected it but... Him? Gay? never! He wouldn't let this stand. Sure he was taught by his mother to respect everyone in the clan even if you didn't get along with them, but at this point his respect was growing quite thin. Rather than respect it was fear. "S- stop being mean to Mistytuft!" he yelled suddenly. Something that had even surprised himself. I'm too far in to stop now!"a- and I'm not gay! W- when did y- you start making c- choices for her!" he snapped back. Though he was small and wiry the Tom fluffed up two times his size. And now stood erect, his limbs stiff, ears perked and claws out. Never had Onionpaw reached such a state of mind where he was yelling at someone of authority such as peachfuzz. His tail lashed back and fourth in annoyance.
Mistytuft was a stoic feline with the power to assert her dominance. Someone he looked up too and admired greatly. Yet here she cowares at peachfuzz's demands. Admitting to what he wanted without staging any type of backlash. It frustrated him. Even to the extent of giving out a negative backlash In her place. Mistytuft had defended him multiple times and perhaps it was his time to show his appreciation for her mentorly care. "I- I may not be the perfect apprentice... B- but Mistytuft is a perfect m- mentor!" he retorted. The small Siamese backed up next to her and pressed into her side trying to draw comfort and perhaps restore mistytufts confidence. He looked at peachfuzz. Staring him down with equal amount of frustration. He puffed his chest out, a small spark of confidence raising within him. Onionpaw was typically one to stay behind and watch from the sidelines. Now he felt as though it was his time to shatter his silent make up. To find his voice at last. And perhaps this teeny nudge was all he needed...
[ This thread is being reopened for the purpose of the plot Road Work.
Please note the only characters that should be roleplayed in here are the ThunderClan hunting patrols before the Clan begins to hunt in WindClan, and the ShadowClan patrol that comes to check the flood levels.
The territory is still treacherous, and the patrols should proceed with caution. ]
Re: ShadowClan Territory
Re: ShadowClan Territory
