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Throughout this past moon and a half— stars, it's been that long— Sharppaw has been up to her fur amongst more strangers than she could name. The group of of them could practically make up an entire clan of their own. Up in the mountains, the prey had not been much scarcer than ShadowClan's lands were in leaf - bare. Perhaps in another world, they could have made that work.
And now the group threatens to split.
If not for Little Wolf; if not for Stormpaw, he would not even consider the thought of something horrible befalling the group that trails behind. Though he supposes, without the latter— there would've been no reason for it in the first place. By proxy, Sharppaw has absorbed the paranoia of another— a sniveling SkyClanner. She finds herself bothered, by the prospect of some, or none of those few never returning home.
Reliable cats were hard to come by, within ShadowClan. Sharppaw nearly dares to think that Magpiepaw may be one of them. Why should ShadowClan sacrifice their medicine cat apprentice for the sake of another clan?
Goodbyes, something like that ought to be what she is meant to do; but she finds herself only lingering strangely around Magpiepaw, face set in a discontented line. Sharppaw's whiskers twitch. " Remember when you like, jumped on me? Back when– Back when you were freshly plucked from Carrionplace? " Sharppaw asks suddenly. In front of Magpiepaw, perhaps she could not be too weird, or too awkward, no matter how hard she tried.
...Or had Magpiepaw grown out of that quicker than she had?
A twinge. Sharppaw's pawpads tingle. The directness of her gaze is only occasionally interrupted by flickering silver; fleeting glances cast to nowhere, and everywhere at once. " You said I was blessed, or something, " she supplies with a hint of discomforting laughter.
And now the group threatens to split.
If not for Little Wolf; if not for Stormpaw, he would not even consider the thought of something horrible befalling the group that trails behind. Though he supposes, without the latter— there would've been no reason for it in the first place. By proxy, Sharppaw has absorbed the paranoia of another— a sniveling SkyClanner. She finds herself bothered, by the prospect of some, or none of those few never returning home.
Reliable cats were hard to come by, within ShadowClan. Sharppaw nearly dares to think that Magpiepaw may be one of them. Why should ShadowClan sacrifice their medicine cat apprentice for the sake of another clan?
Goodbyes, something like that ought to be what she is meant to do; but she finds herself only lingering strangely around Magpiepaw, face set in a discontented line. Sharppaw's whiskers twitch. " Remember when you like, jumped on me? Back when– Back when you were freshly plucked from Carrionplace? " Sharppaw asks suddenly. In front of Magpiepaw, perhaps she could not be too weird, or too awkward, no matter how hard she tried.
...Or had Magpiepaw grown out of that quicker than she had?
A twinge. Sharppaw's pawpads tingle. The directness of her gaze is only occasionally interrupted by flickering silver; fleeting glances cast to nowhere, and everywhere at once. " You said I was blessed, or something, " she supplies with a hint of discomforting laughter.
