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AMBERHAZE
HE/HIM SHADOWCLAN LEAD WARRIOR
He couldn't sleep again. It wasn't uncommon for him to lose precious hours of slumber once the sun had cast it's final dimming light against the muddied marshland, and yet tonight seemed... worse somehow. Maybe because of the battle. Maybe because they had lost so much again. Maybe because the only trophy they came back with was their survival. Maybe because of Sharpshadow's accusation. Maybe because his trust in his leader was compromised in a way he never would have thought possible before. Maybe it was everything. All of this and more. He tried not to dwell on what was past, what could not be changed, and yet as he sat here alone on the outskirts of camp... he couldn't help himself. He wished that he could change it, despite the fact that he knew it was an impossibility. If they had some something differently, would the outcome have been better? Maybe they could have convinced Ternstar to just let Thunderclan lay claim to what was originally theirs, even if perhaps it would have been seen as cowardly. But wouldn't they have been seen as such a thing regardless? They had retreated, and not only did they retreat, but it wasn't even Ternstar who had called for it. It had been Sharpshadow, her underling, one who was seen as lesser than her... what would that look like to the other clans, to Thunderclan? He sighed, the realization that they would have lost no matter what path they had chosen to walk weighing heavily upon taut shoulders.
His mulling was interrupted by the prickling of his spine, the sensation that he was being watched, though perhaps not in a way that could have been perceived as a threat. No, the thrumming of paws was too delicate, too hesitant to be malicious. With the flick of a heavy ear and the tilt of an angular head, he would turn to meet the eyes of his apprentice as she approached with uncertainty. "Lostpaw, um..." Rising to his paws, he attempted to regain even an ounce of composure in her presence. How embarrassing it would be for her to think her mentor was some kind of... well, loser. Not that he wasn't, but he could at least try to fake being anything more. "What are you d-doing awake? It's- It's late."
His mulling was interrupted by the prickling of his spine, the sensation that he was being watched, though perhaps not in a way that could have been perceived as a threat. No, the thrumming of paws was too delicate, too hesitant to be malicious. With the flick of a heavy ear and the tilt of an angular head, he would turn to meet the eyes of his apprentice as she approached with uncertainty. "Lostpaw, um..." Rising to his paws, he attempted to regain even an ounce of composure in her presence. How embarrassing it would be for her to think her mentor was some kind of... well, loser. Not that he wasn't, but he could at least try to fake being anything more. "What are you d-doing awake? It's- It's late."
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npc x npc / sibling to wormwatcher / other kin unknown
mentored by wormwatcher / mentoring lostpaw
21 moons old as of 02/21/2025penned by sloane