stormpaw waved his tail happily" really! thank you!" he meowed* what big deal to be excited!* he thought
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[YES EAT THE TAIL CHILD!!!!!!!] "No problem. I'm sure SparrowStar would be proud of such an honorable apprentice." SqurrelTail continued to let BlazeKit chew on her tail, he needed to learn that when he felt it it was time to sit down.
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"Great, lets lump all the useless cats together and hope a tree falls on them!."- Jaypaw to BrightHeart and LongTail
MallowHeart thought for a second, then worry filled her face… “I-I’d need help then because BlazeKit isn’t able to hear or see me- how- how do I teach-“ she took a deep breath… MallowHearts eyes meet again with SparrowStar’s… “SparrowStar, you’ve seen and heard quite a bit about disabilities in your time… How could I teach BlazeKit if he can’t hear or see me?” MallowHeart asks softly… “Perhaps a lesson on how to communicate with one’s that cannot hear or see us might be good too…”
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The tom snorted at who was assigned to be Lotuspaw's mentor. Yikes. Good lick to her, she was gonna need it. Still, it wasnt her fault she got a shoddy mentor, so he chanted her name regardless, "Lotuspaw! Lotuspaw!"
Quietpaw had been scraping together the moss that composed the nest she slept in. She needed something to do, and the moss was getting rather flat, so she decided to try and fluff it up a little. She shivered slightly as a cold breeze blew into the den, and she tried to fluff her short fur up as much as she could. It wasn’t much, but she was fine with the cold. She was pretty sure it wouldn’t kill her if she made sure not to freeze outside. She wondered vaguely whether Rainpaw was alright wherever he was, hoping he wasn’t freezing, when she heard something that caught her attention.
Her ears flicked forwards and the small tabby turned to look over at the entrance to the den. Her ice blue eyes held a bit of wariness and surprise, but it quickly faded into a happy expression when she recognized her father was poking his head in. She never seemed to get much time with either of her parents, and if he wasn’t too busy at the moment, Quietpaw would be more than happy to spend some time with him. She knew warrior duties probably took up a lot of time, so she didn’t hold it against her parents that she wasn’t able to see them much, but it also made her so happy to spend time with them, like it made it more special.
Quietpaw padded over to Thrushfur, her gait a bit more springy and energetic than it had been since the incident at the thunderwillow. The flashbacks that the incident had triggered made her a bit more subdued and anxious around others, and she also hadn’t been sleeping as well, nightmares becoming a regular occurrence. However, it wasn’t like she was able to explain any of it, so she kept it all bottled up, and did her best to act like everything was fine. Besides, she was supposed to be training in order to become a warrior to help her clan, not focusing on her own problems . . . Right? She dipped her head in a greeting, giving her father a smile as she came to a stop in front of him.
Thrushfur
He was clearly thinking about how long a simple walk would take as he stood outside the apprentice den. His ears perked up as he looked into the piercingly blue eyes that were produced with his own blood. He returned a polite smile before being startled at Quietpaw's specific greeting. He temporarily overlooked it, realizing that it was likely her only method of introducing herself to others. With a clumsy flick of his tail, he uncomfortably dismissed his thoughts and said, "Well, err.. I hope you're doing well?" He disliked awkwardness, thus this was difficult. Particularly with his own relatives. He hesitated, puffing up his feathery chest and clearing his throat. "Let me rephrase it. How has your day been, Quietpaw? Anything giving you trouble? Of course, I didn't come here for such minor issues. Perhaps we could go on a heart-to-heart stroll together from Thunderclan territory? We won't stray too far, but we might share some of our innermost thoughts." He purred.
If Quietpaw wasn't at ease or wasn't even interested in going for a walk with him. He would agree because it was his duty as a father to get to know his kits first. He had to start here in order to ensure that his family was in good health. He would start by working on one of the basic levels, Quietpaw. Rainpaw would come in last; during the past few moons, their connection has grown strained and a little weird. Given that Quailfur has been able to oddly restrain her explosive nature for a few moons, she would be simpler to deal with. That's why he was there. To ensure that her wants and emotions could be managed, yet occasionally those circumstances would be beyond his control. It was the same as before. He may also despise things and experience rage, jealousy, and disgust. He will therefore need to make all the necessary preparations and sacrifices in order to keep all of these managed.
Now, if he could merely discuss his shift from kithood to apprenticehood. His own mother didn't allow him to wander around with the kits while worried about silly things like if he may trip or get dirtied. He had a plain, uninspiring kithood. Thankfully, he was able to pass along the knowledge to younger generations, and his apprenticeship was the same. Very bland and unpleasant. He couldn't even recall when his fur had gotten so dirty that only one patch of it had a smudge on it. To avoid going through the same generational anguish again, he genuinely wanted to be a father. He thought back to those times when light was abundant. He did love his mother, but her advice and concerns had no bearing on the way he really felt. Perhaps because he was the lone survivor of her litter, becoming a first-time mother seized her heart like vines.
Fireflykit. She studied her face. Squinting as she tried to match it to her name. Fireflykit. Fireflykit. Fireflykit. It was one of the longest she’d heard yet! Hopefully that would be enough to remember it next time. There were so many cats with so many names! Could most cats really remember them all? It must be a special warrior power. Maybe when she was a warrior she’d be able to do that to. The thought made her giddy. For now, however, she just had to try to memorize them one at a time. This Fireflykit seemed really happy. She smiled in a way Flarekit hadn’t been expecting. She seemed so genuinely joyful. Her happiness wore off on Flarekit, and soon her grin matched her denmate’s. This cat is fun! How had she never talked to her before?
Two Acornkits? A small chuckle escaped her. “That’s so silly! Didn’t their parents talk to each other?” Her eyes widened and her grin faded as she heard about them getting sent to the nursery. She would be mortified if that happened to her in front of every cat. She rapped her tail around her muzzle briefly. Hurriedly she prayed to Starclan that she hadn’t been too loud already. Fireflykit must have felt the same way because she shuttered. She couldn’t imagine why else the other kit would have such a reaction. These thoughts soon evaporated when she heard about Lotuskit and Foxpaw. She wanted to be a warrior so bad! Her pelt prickled with excitement. ”That’s so exciting! I wonder when our ceremonies will be!” Her voice was noticeably quieter than before. She hoped Fireflykit could hear her. It was a necessary precaution in her eyes. There was no way she was risking getting in trouble!
Quietpaw listened as her father spoke, tilting her head curiously as he seemed to stumble for words. Was he nervous? The questions he was asking seemed a bit difficult to answer, and the second one made her hesitate. Did she want to admit that she was more than a bit troubled by what happened at the Thunderwillow? Even if she did, it wouldn’t do anything but worry her father, as she couldn’t explain anything. Though . . . They were family, and she didn’t want to lie to him. The small tabby gave a small, silent sigh. She may as well. She knew she wouldn’t be able to lie to a family member, she’d feel incredibly guilty if she did, and that wasn’t something she wanted to deal with right now.
She nodded to the first of his questions, and hesitated again before shaking her head to the second. It was subtle, and there was a faint trace of reluctance in it, but it was there. She brightened up at the mention of taking a walk with Thrushpelt however, and she gave him a smile and a nod at his inquiry. She did give him a faintly confused look at his mention of a heart to heart, and gestured to her mouth. How could she share things with her father if she couldn’t . . . Well . . . Talk? Even if she couldn’t though, she would be happy to listen as her father talked. It would be a one sided conversation, but that didn’t bother Quietlaw in the slightest.
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