- Aug 10, 2022
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((=´∇`=))ノ — Beesong's announcement had come as a shock to all of them; that's what Darkpaw thinks, anyway. He had been under the impression that RiverClan would continue in their search of Gloompaw, and when— not if, because Darkpaw did not want to admit that Gloompaw might not return— they found her, she would resume working beneath the scarred healer. Everyone would be happy, and life would seem a little more normal again.
But fate had another plan. Beesong decided to take on another apprentice in Gloompaw's absence... and Darkpaw tries to be happy for Ravenpaw, because he knows how high of an honor it is to be chosen for such a sacred role and he saw how happy the raven-furred tom seemed in the moments before the outcry. He should be happy. But with a myriad of jealousy and disappointment that it hadn't been him chosen to walk the star-kissed path of a medicine cat, and a feeling of wrongness at how Gloompaw seemed to be forgotten, stirring beneath the surface... it was hard for him to force a smile and congratulate his peer.
It's why he could sympathize with Dovepaw so easily. The other had seemed upset by the announcement, and while Darkpaw couldn't agree with storming off instead of supporting a clanmate... he understands why Dovepaw's upset. And it's why Darkpaw seeks him out after tucking his sacred pebble in a safe spot, hoping that he could at least lift Dovepaw's spirits a little.
"Dovepaw!" Darkpaw calls to the other tom when he spots him, a small smile on his face and his tail waving in greeting as he trots over. "Are you free? I was thinking we could go flower-picking... The makeshift camp could use a bit of decoration, while we're still here."
@dovepaw.
But fate had another plan. Beesong decided to take on another apprentice in Gloompaw's absence... and Darkpaw tries to be happy for Ravenpaw, because he knows how high of an honor it is to be chosen for such a sacred role and he saw how happy the raven-furred tom seemed in the moments before the outcry. He should be happy. But with a myriad of jealousy and disappointment that it hadn't been him chosen to walk the star-kissed path of a medicine cat, and a feeling of wrongness at how Gloompaw seemed to be forgotten, stirring beneath the surface... it was hard for him to force a smile and congratulate his peer.
It's why he could sympathize with Dovepaw so easily. The other had seemed upset by the announcement, and while Darkpaw couldn't agree with storming off instead of supporting a clanmate... he understands why Dovepaw's upset. And it's why Darkpaw seeks him out after tucking his sacred pebble in a safe spot, hoping that he could at least lift Dovepaw's spirits a little.
"Dovepaw!" Darkpaw calls to the other tom when he spots him, a small smile on his face and his tail waving in greeting as he trots over. "Are you free? I was thinking we could go flower-picking... The makeshift camp could use a bit of decoration, while we're still here."
@dovepaw.