AS WE WERE \\ snowpaw

[ThistleBack]

The dawn breaks above the pines, orange and pink with clouds like ribbons stripped over the sky.

Ambling across the ground, paws punching the ground harshly as he makes his way towards his apprentice. " Let’s go sharpen your claws. That shelter no doubt blunted them " he comments gruffly. Eyes veiled with a sympathy for the kid, no doubt still grieving his mother but the thing about pain is that it’s meant to be felt in a way that makes you tougher. Training while your mind is loud, designs a mind that can focus despite a chaotic environment. Snowpaw, surely had one of the loudest minds in Skyclan.

" would you rather hunt or practice battle moves today? … your choice. " he’s gruff, obviously stewing in his family drama but trying his best not to let it interfere with his duty. " and " he pauses, brows pinching. " Your mum- she was a great warrior and mother. " he speaks sincerely. He was not one to apologize for death, nor ask if one is alright.

It was his job, to keep his apprentices strong and focused. " let’s make her proud, yeah? " he urges.

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  — Lead warrior of Skyclan since 12.22.22
  — Devoted to Deersong 9.29.22
  — Father of Coyotepaw, Eveningpaw, Briarpaw, Damsel, Sunflowerpaw, and Rosepaw.
  — mentoring Snowpaw graduate(s) Quillstrike
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[Snowpath]

He has felt lost since the shelter, as if being in his own home was a strange new thing he had to adapt to. It had given them many new clanmates but he'd have forsaken all of them for his mother back and there is a shame at the feeling. She would not want him to hold a grudge on those who lived when she had not and he swallows it down with a sigh; despondent. When he is told to come along for training he doesn't hesitate to follow along after his mentor, a cat he once had to tilt his head up to view that he was now almost the same size as if not for the others more bulky frame.

"...don't baby me, Thistleback. What do YOU want me to work on." He did not want to be handled like fragile glass, he wanted normalcy, he wanted to wake up and be told what to do as was most of his apprenticeship. "I'll do what you say. When will we be having my assessment?"
He had missed it behind iron bars, locked away from the clan and his future; unamed still, his siblings cheered at the gathering while he remained only an apprentice with no identity outside his paws. The tom speaks of his mother and he holds his breath, wonders when just hearing mention of her would stop hurting so much.

"...I'll do what she asked of me, I'll protect the cats she cared for most in her stead." Daisyflight loved SkyClan, her kits, her friends, he would do whatever it took to keep those cats within it safe.
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