"We could walk around and talk for a bit," Beepaw mewed, standing near the rock Lionpaw was on. "Or we could play some sort of game." Beepaw wasn't sure what kind of games Lionpaw liked to play or if the other apprentice even played anymore. Maybe he just trained to be the greatest warrior in Riverclan. "At the gathering you said you wanted to be the greatest warrior in Riverclan. Do you want to be a Lionheart when you're older? That would be pretty funny given your name."
The fluffy apprentice burst into camp, his sides heaving and eyes wide in panic. "HELP!! I NEED HELP! Tinystorm was taking me on a tour of the territory, and there was a fox. He told me to run! Please! He needs help!" Talonpaw yowled, his fur bushed up in horror.
He could only hope that Tinystorm would be okay when they got there. The adrenaline was the only thing that was keeping the apprentice on his paws and breathing. And the fact that he knew he was his mentor's only hope.
Judgement: Reversed. Mumblepaw | They/He/It | A Dilute Calico With Green Eyes and A Scarred Tail Stub. Master Scout & Monkeys Paw: Permanently Active | Shadow Fiend: Disabled.
Mumblepaw was just sitting there. A fox. It wasn’t worth going out there without battle training. But if they needed help other than that, only then would Mumblepaw arise from his position. But questions were in order. “Okay, breathe. How big is the fox? Did you see how- did you just run straight here? How long ago was this?” Mumblepaw wasn’t upset, or that’s what he sounded he didn’t sound like, it probably wouldn’t get a clear response but it was worth a shot. Personal gripes aside, a cat was dying somewhere out there, and this kid was stressed and scared out his mind. Mumble mewed the questions as they padded over.
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trust me she's not the one
she won't ever
love you like i do ❞
(I hope it is alright to have this be in a different timeline than Snowbeak's current interaction with Kestrelpaw, as I want to get him more involved in bigger events such as this) @Lillian @vellichor @vampire
Alarm was in the air and it had Snowbeak lifting his head, blue eyes wide. An apprentice had darted into camp with fear scent practically rolling off of him in waves. In an instant the pale gray tom was on his paws and hurrying over to Talonpaw, seeing Mumblepaw already arriving. He didn't wish to overwhelm the tom, but the questions did need to be answered. Part of him wanted to gather up a patrol, to head off and follow the scent - it appeared to have just happened and that likely meant the trail was still fresh. As Talonpaw was questioned, Snowbeak glanced around feverishly for Beanstar or Gingerfrost.
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There was someone yelling and Wormbite was jerking out of his nest, barely awake and he was scrambling to his paws. Sleepiness was heavy on his mind, but it didn't slow him from darting outside of the Warrior's den. Misshaped ears perked as he swiftly came towards Talonpaw. His eyes were blinking as adjusted to the sudden adrenaline running through his body. "Kid, where? I need a direction. Anything, a landmark, something. " Wormbite asked, tail lashing back and forth.
His nose twitched, smelling his surrounding clanmates. Whoever else that came could gather a battle patrol, but the moment Wormbite was told the direction he was planning on bolting. Time was on the essence, and he sure as hell couldn't kill a fox, but he could hold it off. He took a pause. Snowbeak.
Wormbite turned around, "You. Can you fight?" Two were better than one. If they could make time for a battle patrol to arrive, then it would be fine. That is if there wasn't anymore foxes. They weren't as aggressive as dogs unless you provoked them, got too close. If it had kits, then. Well. A parent's love knew no bounds.
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The scent of fear quickly followed screams, perking his ears and jumping from his position, he looked around searching for the location of the scent, were they attacked? He ran toward the place where it smelled and discovered a terrified apprentice, Wormbite and other clanmates were already on that, but he decided to approach, he just heard a apir of words, "Fox" and "Combat Patrol" it was enough to understand what was actually happening, he spoke up "I am coming with you.", foxes on their territory? Not under his watch.
"I am ash... I am embers... My flames once danced bright. My flames now fade... But it returns from the depths... The fire devours me whole... It's the birth of something greater..."
Skies above, why did these things always happen when he was gone? Gingerfrost audibly groaned as he rushed back inside hearing the calls of an apprentice he recognised as Talonpaw, eyes quickly moving about from Wormbite to Mumblepaw to Snowbeak and Nightspark. Thank goodness Wormbite was already there to handle the situation, as well as of their lionhearts and warriors and even apprentice. Hurrying over, Gingerfrost huffed to let his presence be known. "So am I."
Four warriors ought to be enough to take down one fox... Lest there be more of them. He certainly hoped not. He'd really hoped those nasty beasts would stay off the territory after he'd chased off that last one, but it appeared not. Always coming back. He glanced at his son for a brief moment before turning to look at Talonpaw, awaiting some sort of direction after Wormbite posed the question.
He didn't heard Firelight until she spoke, emerging from his thoughts, he turned the head with a bit of surprise toward his fellow Lionheart and nodded with a small smile to her hello, then he responded "It's... A new perspective... Beanstar had chosen me because he thinks I am worthy... But I don't feel like... But I accepted, it's because I want to help my clanmates even more and even harder, be a small torch in the dark around the light of Beanstar when the times are dark... I am a living shield for my clanmates... That's why I became Lionheart."
Firelight listened to the Lionheart’s words. Beanstar thought Nightspark was worthy, but Nightspark didn’t feel like…what? Worthy? But he accepted because he wanted to help his Clanmates. He didn’t think that refusing so someone else could take his place would be helping? Not that she thought so; Beanstar must’ve had a reason to choose him. Maybe Nightspark did trust Beanstar’s judgment and thought he was worthy, or maybe his thinking was too focused on himself—via some logical fallacy like “If I don't help, nobody will, because other cats don't exist, and I'm not consciously thinking about this right now to notice how ridiculous this is”—to consider that alternative. Even kind-hearted cats could forget that not everything revolved around them. Not that she was one to talk. Hm, Firelight was projecting, wasn't she? Nightspark was saying all this about protecting his Clanmates and she was thinking about egotism.
“That’s noble of you,” Firelight said. Nightspark seemed to genuinely care for the cats of RiverClan. Firelight had only thought of herself when she accepted her rank, but she wouldn't let anyone know that. “I’m sure you’ll make a great Lionheart.” If a cat truly cared for protecting their Clan, chances are they’d be a good cat in a role made for that specifically. Firelight herself didn't care what happened to others, but she did enjoy being viewed highly and could be frighteningly ambitious for that attention, so she wouldn't make that bad of a Lionheart herself. She wondered how she'd eventually end up comparing to cats like Nightspark, though.
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As others arrived shortly after - along with their deputy, Gingerfrost - Snowbeak felt a little more at ease. He gave a firm nod to Wormbite, stomping one paw on the ground in agreement that he would stand and fight for his Clan. There wasn't much time to lose, and the scent was still fresh. The pale gray tom's paws itched to race out of camp as he looked between those that had arrived. Lifting a paw he placed it onto his nose and then gestured towards the entrance of camp, wondering if they should start now and follow the scent trail instead of waiting for a location name. The more time they spent here the less fox smell they would find - and time was of the essence here.
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