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✧ . Two moons. He’s been gone for two moons, his father.
Not dead — or so Webpaw assumes, so he hopes, prays. The apprentice’s father disappeared without a trace, without a word, a goodbye. No blood spill, hardly a scent trail to follow after a storm-blown night. Nothing. Webpaw had seen him the night prior, before they’d retreated to their respective nests. And then the next morning… Cloudheart was gone.
Just like that. His father, a noble warrior in his eyes, in the clan’s eyes — he wouldn’t just… something had to be wrong for him to vanish. For him to leave his mother, to leave Webpaw. Cloudheart had loved this home, just as much as Webpaw does.
And two moons on, is it much of a surprise that the blue tom would rather spend his days on his own, away from prying eyes of his peers, his clanmates? Away from the questions, the condolences, the claims of ‘your father was a good cat’ and ‘StarClan will guide him home’?
It shouldn’t be, really.
Not when he can hardly answer his own interrogations, can’t explain what went wrong in the last moments he’d seen his father, right?
And yet, they balk at him, the lot of them. They question where their Webpaw went, where his bright gaze and camaraderie went off to. But he’s still here — well, sort of. Here more than Cloudheart can claim to be, wherever he is.
He rests. A rare moment of stillness, of being seen in camp himself instead of training in the Sandy Hollow, Webpaw rests in the shade, eyes closed and his guard down. A foolish move, he realizes too soon for sleep to truly find him, for he can feel eyes on him once more — burning into his fur, waiting. A sharp exhale of air is let out through his nose, as sleep-begging eyes open to face the bystander with a gaze dimmed and cold.
“ What? “ he snaps, beginnings of a frown pulling at his maw, “ What do you want? “
Not dead — or so Webpaw assumes, so he hopes, prays. The apprentice’s father disappeared without a trace, without a word, a goodbye. No blood spill, hardly a scent trail to follow after a storm-blown night. Nothing. Webpaw had seen him the night prior, before they’d retreated to their respective nests. And then the next morning… Cloudheart was gone.
Just like that. His father, a noble warrior in his eyes, in the clan’s eyes — he wouldn’t just… something had to be wrong for him to vanish. For him to leave his mother, to leave Webpaw. Cloudheart had loved this home, just as much as Webpaw does.
And two moons on, is it much of a surprise that the blue tom would rather spend his days on his own, away from prying eyes of his peers, his clanmates? Away from the questions, the condolences, the claims of ‘your father was a good cat’ and ‘StarClan will guide him home’?
It shouldn’t be, really.
Not when he can hardly answer his own interrogations, can’t explain what went wrong in the last moments he’d seen his father, right?
And yet, they balk at him, the lot of them. They question where their Webpaw went, where his bright gaze and camaraderie went off to. But he’s still here — well, sort of. Here more than Cloudheart can claim to be, wherever he is.
He rests. A rare moment of stillness, of being seen in camp himself instead of training in the Sandy Hollow, Webpaw rests in the shade, eyes closed and his guard down. A foolish move, he realizes too soon for sleep to truly find him, for he can feel eyes on him once more — burning into his fur, waiting. A sharp exhale of air is let out through his nose, as sleep-begging eyes open to face the bystander with a gaze dimmed and cold.
“ What? “ he snaps, beginnings of a frown pulling at his maw, “ What do you want? “
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WEBPAW ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Apprentice of ThunderClan.
✧ . A blue smoke and white cat with yellow eyes.
✧ . Featherfur xCloudheart
✧ . Mentored by Nightdust
✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
✧ . " Speech " ; Attack