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✧ . Greeneyes isn’t surprised that Falconpaw passed his assessment. He knew his apprentice would do well, but knowledge that the tom’s assessment is complete makes this all the more real: soon Falconpaw will be a warrior, and soon Greeneyes will no longer be his mentor.
Most of his days as a warrior, and all of his days as a lead warrior he’s had Falconpaw as an apprentice — it’ll be strange, getting used to the kid not being always nearby. No longer will he have a pointed shadow to follow him on border patrols, no longer will he be tasked with watching out for the kid. Though, who is he to kid? He’ll always be there for his first apprentice.
These days he finds himself thinking about Sheepcurl more often than not, his eyes darting to the feather woven at the base of his tail more than usual. He wonders if she’d felt the same as his own graduation neared, this bittersweet tug at his chest. She would’ve loved Falconpaw, he thinks. He can only hope he made her proud with the mentoring role he took on, with her practices passed on to the next.
He departs from camp in the early morning. The sun has hardly risen, though streaks of pink heed warning to the day’s impending start. It’s a mere walk to stretch his legs, he’ll inform anyone who might see him, an excuse for the search that persues.
For seasons ago, Sheepcurl had done similar. Seasons ago, she’d left camp and returned with brightly colored gifts, bestowed upon him a flower and a feather. Today, he plans the same. Or, nearly — Falconpaw has already gotten half of the gifts Greeneyes had received; he’d heard Fluffykit and Candorkit sniffling about it later.
Today, with the sun now high in the sky, he returns to camp as he silently vows to for his future apprentices, a feather held carefully between his teeth. It’s not as colorful of his own, but the shock of blue painted over the newly-found jay feather suits Falconpaw better.
As he shifts through the entrance, malachite eyes dart around camp in search of the familiar face, and when he finds him, Greeneyes carefully sets the feather down, waving the soon-to-be warrior down with his tail. “ Falconpaw! “ he calls for him. A smile is spread across his face as he nears.
“ When I was around your age, my mentor gave me a feather — ” His tail shifts behind him, a reminder of the red and blue-tinged trinket’s presence, “ — and now I will do the same for you. “ Greeneyes carefully picks up the feather, and places it at his apprentice’s paws.
“ You can wear it, if you want — or, keep it in your nest. It’s up to you, really! “ Even if Falconpaw doesn’t opt to wear it like Greeneyes wears his, he hopes he still likes it all the same. The lead warrior gives his apprentice a nudge against his shoulder. “ I’m so, so, so proud of you, amigo. And I always will be, no matter what. You’re going to be a great warrior, I promise! “ He’s said it before, but he’ll say it again, for it’s the truth.
Most of his days as a warrior, and all of his days as a lead warrior he’s had Falconpaw as an apprentice — it’ll be strange, getting used to the kid not being always nearby. No longer will he have a pointed shadow to follow him on border patrols, no longer will he be tasked with watching out for the kid. Though, who is he to kid? He’ll always be there for his first apprentice.
These days he finds himself thinking about Sheepcurl more often than not, his eyes darting to the feather woven at the base of his tail more than usual. He wonders if she’d felt the same as his own graduation neared, this bittersweet tug at his chest. She would’ve loved Falconpaw, he thinks. He can only hope he made her proud with the mentoring role he took on, with her practices passed on to the next.
He departs from camp in the early morning. The sun has hardly risen, though streaks of pink heed warning to the day’s impending start. It’s a mere walk to stretch his legs, he’ll inform anyone who might see him, an excuse for the search that persues.
For seasons ago, Sheepcurl had done similar. Seasons ago, she’d left camp and returned with brightly colored gifts, bestowed upon him a flower and a feather. Today, he plans the same. Or, nearly — Falconpaw has already gotten half of the gifts Greeneyes had received; he’d heard Fluffykit and Candorkit sniffling about it later.
Today, with the sun now high in the sky, he returns to camp as he silently vows to for his future apprentices, a feather held carefully between his teeth. It’s not as colorful of his own, but the shock of blue painted over the newly-found jay feather suits Falconpaw better.
As he shifts through the entrance, malachite eyes dart around camp in search of the familiar face, and when he finds him, Greeneyes carefully sets the feather down, waving the soon-to-be warrior down with his tail. “ Falconpaw! “ he calls for him. A smile is spread across his face as he nears.
“ When I was around your age, my mentor gave me a feather — ” His tail shifts behind him, a reminder of the red and blue-tinged trinket’s presence, “ — and now I will do the same for you. “ Greeneyes carefully picks up the feather, and places it at his apprentice’s paws.
“ You can wear it, if you want — or, keep it in your nest. It’s up to you, really! “ Even if Falconpaw doesn’t opt to wear it like Greeneyes wears his, he hopes he still likes it all the same. The lead warrior gives his apprentice a nudge against his shoulder. “ I’m so, so, so proud of you, amigo. And I always will be, no matter what. You’re going to be a great warrior, I promise! “ He’s said it before, but he’ll say it again, for it’s the truth.
- // PAFP: @falconpaw! & set a couple days before april's ceremony!
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GREENEYES ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Lead Warrior of SkyClan.
✧ . A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
✧ .Daisyflightx Raven Ramble
✧ . Mentored bySheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
