storms make trees take deeper roots
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Post by cosmic on Oct 20, 2023 16:53:57 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/C4iKU9c~jpg wolfpaw | | show me the way, Lord... 'cause I am about to explode |
He knew that he would have to get better.
Wolfpaw fell on his side with a thud, as his mentor had gotten the better of him during their battle training. Being knocked off his feet unexpectedly caused the breath in his lungs to escape rapidly. The tom coughed, as he regained awareness of where he landed. It was a tough fall. Not that Wolfpaw was complaining, he knew that he needed these "real-life" simulations in order to be able to handle them better when he was a warrior.
Alas, a lot was still on his mind. The apprentices seemed to stop wanting to spar with him, when they would normally volunteer at the first mention of getting some practice him. But if he was in the ring, there was no chance that he would find an opponent. Is that why Briarpelt and him went out alone today? The only thing that he could do was sigh, which was disguised as him standing where he fell.
The alabaster tom looked toward the last direction that he heard and saw his mentor before the strike. He found his mentor at an angle where the strike he just delivered would be successful. The tom couldn't read the older cat's emotions, especially as he wasn't even aware of his own. Carefully, his ruffled, long coat was shook free of any debris, before meeting eyes with the dark-brown cat. "I was too slow," he spoke with a glum tone. "...Again." After every fail, he knew that he needed to analyze what went wrong. "Before I tried to get low and strike your ear, I should have pivoted to ensure that my flank wasn't open."
His response showed that he took his studies seriously and that he was learning, no cat could deny. But his practical skills were suffering. It was a multitude of reasons that he doubted himself. The other apprentices, when the queens used to whisper about his name, and especially the looks of the other clan cats when his apprenticeship was announced at the Gathering many moons ago. It stuck. It stuck to him like a thorn in his side. Was he holding back to prevent him from becoming a monster like Wolfstar, as he heard the warriors speak about as a kit? He believed that he had been successful to hide his internal drama from Briarpelt, and he hoped to excuse his lack of anticipation on something else. Perhaps he would say he was having a typical apprentice crush on another cat? Or maybe that a restless night kept him lethargic?
Possibilities were endless, as long as Briarpelt wasn't already aware of his turmoil.
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Post by Erose on Oct 20, 2023 17:59:12 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/b9/13/78/b913780a7eabe89c1b34912f1bff7556~jpg | briarpelt, nothing's sacred just waiting on that explanation
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He wasn't blind. Or deaf, as it turned out, as many apprentices would seem to hope. Briarpelt had heard the whispers that followed his apprentice like a shadow, suspicion and dark speculation; he knew that Wolfpaw was distrusted for his name. His name. As if Briarpelt's name made him good at mending nests (paws clumsy and fuse short, the weavers had been quick to overlook him for consideration). As if Mothdapple fluttered around at night on powdery wings. As if Wolfpaw had the same hunger as the last. The lanky tom hit the ground with a hff of expelled breath, winded, and he lay there for a beat longer than he should have. When he stood again, it was on another breath that almost sounded like a sigh. Ah, more of this, then. It was hard for Briarpelt not to notice the kid was a mountain away from his body during training; he soaked in the technical aspects just fine, but when it came to practical application, he moved like a kit who didn't know what all its limbs were yet. "Where's your head?" he asked gruffly, padding over and giving the side of Wolfpaw's head a soft-pawed cuff—ignoring, of course, how high he had to reach to get to it; damn boy was already taller than him. "Definitely not here. How 'bout you tell me what's eating you before I do, hm?"Briarpelt would be the first to confess he wasn't the best at talking, but he knew if he vented to Mothdapple or Lichenflight about feeling like he wasn't getting through to the kid, they'd both suggest doing that first. Honestly, he'd prefer to skip that step and all the teasing it'd entail. Right. Talk to him. "Is it, uh... Did the other kids say somethin' to you?"
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Post by cosmic on Oct 31, 2023 14:39:14 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/C4iKU9c~jpg wolfpaw | | show me the way, Lord... 'cause I am about to explode |
He heard his mentor ask him where his head was at, but he kept silent for a heartbeat, only to feel the tom reach up and cuff his ear. "H-Hey! I haven't even catched my breath yet!" It was clear that the taller apprentice was angry, as he felt his fur crawl with warmth on the cold day. Not at Briarpelt, no. Briarpelt had been nothing but kind and thoughtful toward Wolfpaw since his apprnetice ceremony,. But just MistClan, he was angry at. It scared him to be angry at the other cats in his clan though, for his name sake.
Briarpelt kept prodding at the young lad to fess up about what was bothering him, but he still stayed realatively silent, which was unlike him. Wolfpaw never had an issue talking to his mentor before. It seemed like the brown-pelted deputy understood him better than he did himself. However, he was feeling more distant than usual, something unlike him again.
He hadn't even seen Milkpaw in a long time. She was busy training with Dawnclaw a lot, but even when they were together, he felt off.
Briarpelt continued by asking if the other apprentices said something to him. Wolfpaw wanted nothing more than to spill everything to his mentor. "Well, I guess. Kinda..." he stuttered as a cold wind sent a shiver up his spine.
"Yeah, they have been." Wolfpaw knew that he would not be able to lie to his mentor, even if he desrired to. "But I don't want you to say anything to them! That will just make it worse..." he trailed off, kicking a dead leaf with his right paw in defeat. "They say it's my name." His tail moved in agitation as his haunches lowered to the ground. "You know that none of the apprentices want to spar with me, but it's not because I'm good... rather, it's because they say that I will hurt them. But I always spar with my claw sheathed, like you tell us."
Defeated, he looked toward his mentor. "Do you... do you think I'm like Wolfstar?"
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Post by Erose on Nov 16, 2023 14:40:08 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/b9/13/78/b913780a7eabe89c1b34912f1bff7556~jpg | briarpelt, for you there'll be no more crying for you the sun will be shining and i feel that when i'm with you it's alright, i know it's right
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Briarpelt watched as a mirror of his own youthful rage boiled behind his apprentice's eyes, as a mirror of his own old loneliness dragged at his shoulders, and when his pale ears flicked back, he knew the conflict that coiled tight in his chest like a snake. And then came the crux of the issue. Do you think I'm like Wolfstar?His first instinct would have been to snort, because the notion itself was so ridiculous. But Wolfpaw crouched there against the frost-brittle leaves, ears down and tail drooping like the most miserable kit in the world. He ached to see it from such a spirited young cat. For a moment, he was quiet. Stepping closer, he sat down beside Wolfpaw, huffing a bit at the ache in his joints, and curled his tail around his paws to keep them warm. Letting his gaze settle across the clearing, he gathered his thoughts. "You weren't even born yet when Wolfstar died," he said quietly, then snorted. "But I'm old; I was there when he was still Wolfsong—stars, when he was Wolfpaw. Those apprentices telling you that you're like him? They don't know what he was like—they don't know their own asses from a fox burrow."He exhaled a sharp breath through his nose. "Wolfstar became who he was for a lot of reasons, but it wasn't his name. No, kid, I don't think you're like him, not in any way that really matters; anyone with half a brain can see that."
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storms make trees take deeper roots
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Post by cosmic on Nov 18, 2023 22:04:33 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/C4iKU9c~jpg
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'cause I am about to explode |
The silence from his mentor made him worried, at first. Maybe his mentor had believed it after all. What if Briarpelt had consulted with Hailstar, or vice versa? He didn't really know the leader as much as he probably should, given he was the deputy's apprentice. However, no matter the cat's rank, he always felt like his name was a burden on his shoulders that he felt like he was always carrying.
Suddenly, he snapped out of it when his mentor came to sit beside him, with Wolfpaw still crouched along the crunchy, yet also damp leaves that scattered the ground. The apprentice looked up to his mentor as he gazed to the plains that laid ahead of them. What was he thinking?
Then Briarpelt began to speak. This eyes looked in awe as Briarpelt stated that they knew Wolfstar when they were an apprentice. Just like he was now. But his mentor says that the other apprentice's really don't know what he was like. Wolfpaw understood that part. No one really knew what the leader was like, especially those that were not part of RidgeClan during that time. But how did he manage to keep everyone saying his name?
Briarpelt then continued to say that Wolfpaw didn't remind him of the late RidgeClan leader. It was a small piece of relief that made him relax slightly. At least one cat he knew didn't believe it. Of course, Milkpaw, Snowpaw, and Featherpaw didn't believe it, but they were his kin and his best friends. The only friends that he had.
"But no matter what I say, they still tease me. And tease wouldn't be the right word, since they just exclude me from everything." Wolfpaw hadn't been able to train with his peers in so long, and he was scared that Milkpaw, Snowpaw, and Featherpaw would eventually get tired of always wrestling with them as well. "I just want friends. And for everyone to stop looking at me weird, as if I'm going to do something to them."
A tiny huff came from his maw, while the cold air surrounded his face. "I want to ask Mossflower if I can change it, but she has always like the name," he commented, looking up at his mentor. The name, not my name. "I just don't want to be anything like him at all, but I can't deal with having this... this name looming over me all the time."
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