private CONFOUNDING IDEALS ♱ THRASHERTHROAT

[VULTURESONG]

What transpired with Basilpaw's confession and subsequent rejection from Halfpaw refuses to cease from her mind. It is not because she feels bad for the apprentice, no, not at all. What plagues her is Thrasherthroat's words. How he could claim he knew fate? Everything else was irrelevant and there was no need to file through the words of Singepaw or Basilpaw. Perhaps she is going about it the wrong way, but she can't rest if this proceeds to eat at her. How annoying. It's time to find Thrasherthroat. The task is dreadful, as she didn't particular care for any of her clanmates outside of family. Going up to different warriors to ask for Thrasherthroat was painful, as many would ask her what for. It would do them some good to mind their business. She never answered those questions, repeating the same question of where is Thrasherthroat? It was a bit of a wild goose chase that any sane cat would have given up for the day from sheer frustrations.

Eventually she found the warrior in question and padded up to him. "I must speak to you about you being certain there was someone for Basilpaw." She would not partake in small talk and get to the point. There was little sense in trying to be friendly with him when there was something she desired to know. "As I said then. You will never know what fate has in store for someone just as I wouldn't know. Whether or not we die alone or with a lover is not something we can discern." Love was not the topic of this interaction. Vulturesong did not fancy anyone. When she was an apprentice she showed no interest in it compared to some of her denmates at the time giggling late at night or sharing nests. It was absolutely agonizing to try and rest for the harsh training of Coldgaze when her denmates would never stop cooing at each other. The thought of slitting their throats was tempting.

Anyhow, she finishes interrogating poor Thrasherthroat with this, "Why would you say such a thing?"

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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ Their teeth crunch and snap against wood. Enjoying the feeling of it splintering between jagged teeth. Their eyes are half open, the mismatched orbs focused on nothing else and their mind involved only on the feeling of the wood against their teeth. This is a lovely past time for them and their little spot just outside of camp serves to not bother anyone with the constant sound of breaking wood. This is where they have spent much of the day after hunting. Bringing back water voles with which they deem much better prey than a frog or lizard. But pawsteps make their incesseant chewing pause and they lift their head up, warm chocoate fur rippling with their movements as they turn their eyes towards the one that approaches them. Vulturesong. Hmm. They had not expected her but they rise all the same, tolting their head just a little. "Speak to be about someone...." Confusion wavers in their eyes before they realize just what the other is talking about. Right, yes. The relationship thing. A softness shifts their gaze but for a moment and then hesitance takes place.

"I suppose to instill hope for him. There are many certainties in this world. Such as new life being born, old life being taken away to return to the stares. Even the sun rising before telling the moon goodnight when it leaves. So why not give something for Basil to look forward to?" Life works in mysterious ways and for all they knew it may be fruitful for the apprentice. Though themself personally they are not too sure of that.​

 

[VULTURESONG]

As much she dares to interrupt him, she was taught better. Her mentor had told her to mind her words when they were first paired, yet that was quickly met with venom. In short he had given up such a futile command, amending it to listen to them in full before making any remarks. His words hold some truth. New life is not certain even when the conditions are met. Old life? You mean an elder? Sometimes warriors die before the elders are they still considered old? It weighs on her. Then, Thrasherthroat states all he wanted was to give Basil to look forward to.

Stormy blue eyes gaze coldly at the older warrior. "You can not instill hope for him. That is something he must find himself. As for certainties in this world, I disagree. New life being born is not a right. You are neglecting to mention the specifics of creating new life. You yourself can't give birth to kits, and even if you could. Who is to say they are guaranteed to be alive?" It is no secret the darkness behind her words. She can't speak for the older warrior, but she's seen it. Seen a parent grieve. Whenever it happens, no one dares to talk much about it.

Unknowingly, she makes the correct choice in moving on from the topic. Even though her reasons are not for discomfort, it is simply because she has said all that there is on the matter. "There are things you can give others, in this case Basil. However, you can not decide for them to feel a certain way. You think by instilling hope in him, he will look forward to a possible future in which he finds a mate. What if the hope you thought would push him forward is instead despair for him? Indeed you intentions are what others deem good, but know there are limitations."​