private BITTER CREEPS IN [✨] Wolfpaw

[FIGFEATHER]

After being released from the medicine cat’s den yesterday, Figfeather had given Wolfpaw the day to settle back into the apprentice’s den. She is not certain yet how much trouble her damaged eye would give her or how well she’ll be able to adjust to her new life, but the red tabby will do everything in her power to get her back up to pace. Luckily, the new addition to the warrior code would grant them another moon until the apprentice was expected to navigate the territory again. Until then, they’d take it slow.

After her share of patrols, Figfeather returns to camp tired but holds true to her promise of training today.

”Wolfpaw?” Figfeather calls into the apprentice’s den where she heard the she-cat was last spotted. ”It’s time. Let’s share a piece of fresh-kill, I want to talk to you about StarClan.” It was her job as Wolfpaw’s mentor to ensure she knew all she needed to about their ancestors and the warrior code. While likely already having a basic grasp Figfeather felt now would be a good time to go into further detail, especially with the passing of Blazestar. It was important for Wolfpaw to understand what was going on in her clan, what was about to happen to Orangeblossom, and why soon everything would be… okay again.

At the fresh-kill pile she contemplates for a few quick seconds, then scoops out a squirrel. Clutching it in her jaw she hobbles over to a sun-kissed patch in the camp and settles down. ”Wolfpaw, your mother told you stories of the Great Battle and how SkyClan came to be, yes? How StarClan stood before our ancestors and told them if they were to keep peace and survive, they must grow and spread like he leaves of a creeper vine?” One of her favorite stories Daisyflight had told her as a kit, how strange it was that cats from that time still lived and walked among them.

♡ INFO BATTLE

• @wolfpaw!
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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[wolfpaw!]

/ sorry for how late this is!

She feels... strange. It is strange, she thinks, to not hurt anymore, but to still not be normal. She has grown used to the tension of her scars, can move without pain, can smile and laugh, even — but still cannot see. Or, at least, not in the way that she used to. She supposes she ought to be grateful. There are many warriors in SkyClan who can help her learn to live with one eye, but not so many that can help her learn to live without any eyes at all. It was lucky, then, that the rogue only struck the side of her face; it was lucky that he did not kill her outright. Maybe she should thank him sometime. You didn't kill me. Awesome.

When Figfeather rouses her from her apprentice nest (and thank StarClan she could sleep in it again — she was tired of Dawnglare's tending, tired of the crowded ferns), Wolfpaw blinks sleep out of her eyes, one functional, one not. The young torbie hauls herself from her nest and pads into camp, finding the marmalade molly with relative ease. Distances could be hard to judge, but not so hard that she couldn't find a seat at her mentor's side. It's warm in the sun, even for a chilly leafbare, and for a breath things feel... okay. Not so strange, not upsetting, despite the weight of her losses; of SkyClan's loss. Her grandfather is dead. But Orangeblossom would be leader, right? And she'd be a good one, wouldn't she?

Figfeather sets the squirrel between them. Wolfpaw reaches for it, hoping to gauge where it is, and misses first by a mouse-length — but she finds it on her second try, paw resting on the fluffy, still tail. She leans in for a bite as Figfeather begins speaking. "Yes," she answers, blinking her owlish amber hue. "Ma- Howlfire would tell us stories about the Great Battle that Blazestar used t' tell her." Her tone lilts with unspoken grief. "Is there lots more cats now? Compared to then, I mean?" SkyClan has always seemed so huge to Wolfpaw that it's strange to think of it as anything other than a bustling clowder, warm-pelted and happy. She's grateful for it — grateful for the way it all feels like family. Eye imploring, she fixes her gaze on her mentor.

𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐍 ☾ 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆

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  — wolfpaw
  — she / they / he ; apprentice of skyclan
  — longhaired lilac torbie with piercing yellow eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — avatar by tropics; signature by dreamydoggo
  — penned by meghan

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