- Jan 1, 2023
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[ set retro to quill && twitch's abduction -- @Bananapaw ! ]
Silversmoke hadn't told the apprentice why they were heading out into the forest that day, though if she had half of her wits about her, he predicted that she could figure it out. Bananapaw was an older cat now, just a few sunhighs shy from adulthood in the eyes of the clan, but adulthood did not always mean maturity. Wordlessly, he escorted the cream and white tabby towards the Tall Pine, quick to hush away any questions or comments the kittypet may have had for him on the journey there. His limbs still smarted from a recent feud, his temper a wildfire that was only just beginning to calm itself. Silversmoke wanted to get this over and done with and use his paws more befittingly. He came to a halt, his tail gesturing to command Bananapaw to do the same. "Your mentor has abandoned SkyClan in a time of great turmoil." He closed his eyes as he spoke of Sharpeye, his betrayal stinging just as much as the wounds hidden behind Silver's ghostly fur. He wouldn't forget the other tom's face anytime soon, what started as a shared agreement between the two had turned into a situation taken too far by the seld-exiled animal, now, all the tabby could think of was giving him a piece of his mind the next time he saw him.
Bananapaw was not Sharpeye, in some ways, she was better, and in other ways, she was worse. Loyalty to twolegs and loyalty to a clan were not two things that could truly coincide, yet either out of naive innocence or a refusal to leave her privileges behind, she tried her best to make it work. Silently he wondered if she was even ready to be a full daylight warrior, but predictions would not be the decision-maker today - only results. He leaned his long flank against the trunk of a pine tree, mismatched eyes opened once more to glare studiously at the older apprentice. "That is why it is my job now to oversee your assessment to become a full..." The next words already felt acrid on his tongue. "Daylight warrior." Chrysalispaw, with his foul mouth and attitude as rotten as ShadowClan's carrion, seemed to be just as hypocritical as the lead warrior in befriending half-clanners. He had no clue what they saw in Bananapaw, perhaps a skill that Silversmoke wouldn't be impressed by, perhaps a virtue that his poor social skills had prevented him from witnessing. Maybe he would get to see it today, maybe he would be poorly disappointed - though the tabby's hopes weren't high, he tried his best to keep his actual expectations neutral.
"I don't know what skills you've learned before this - if you struggle today, that will be a sign to me that you need to learn more. Prove to me that SkyClan blood flows through your body: scale the trees of our great home and catch an adult bird. How you do it doesn't matter, but I don't want to see your paws touch the ground until you've got one in your jaws. Are we clear?" He had seen cats fall from a great height catching birds before, their heads had never been the same sometimes. It would be dangerous, but if the kittypet couldn't do it, then there was no way he could let them be a warrior. "You have until sundown. Remember, I do not want to see your paws touch the ground." He emphasised his point, and opened himself up to trickery in hopes that, if she knew what she was doing, she could hide any adjustments to her position she needed to make from his prying eyes. "Now go."
Silversmoke hadn't told the apprentice why they were heading out into the forest that day, though if she had half of her wits about her, he predicted that she could figure it out. Bananapaw was an older cat now, just a few sunhighs shy from adulthood in the eyes of the clan, but adulthood did not always mean maturity. Wordlessly, he escorted the cream and white tabby towards the Tall Pine, quick to hush away any questions or comments the kittypet may have had for him on the journey there. His limbs still smarted from a recent feud, his temper a wildfire that was only just beginning to calm itself. Silversmoke wanted to get this over and done with and use his paws more befittingly. He came to a halt, his tail gesturing to command Bananapaw to do the same. "Your mentor has abandoned SkyClan in a time of great turmoil." He closed his eyes as he spoke of Sharpeye, his betrayal stinging just as much as the wounds hidden behind Silver's ghostly fur. He wouldn't forget the other tom's face anytime soon, what started as a shared agreement between the two had turned into a situation taken too far by the seld-exiled animal, now, all the tabby could think of was giving him a piece of his mind the next time he saw him.
Bananapaw was not Sharpeye, in some ways, she was better, and in other ways, she was worse. Loyalty to twolegs and loyalty to a clan were not two things that could truly coincide, yet either out of naive innocence or a refusal to leave her privileges behind, she tried her best to make it work. Silently he wondered if she was even ready to be a full daylight warrior, but predictions would not be the decision-maker today - only results. He leaned his long flank against the trunk of a pine tree, mismatched eyes opened once more to glare studiously at the older apprentice. "That is why it is my job now to oversee your assessment to become a full..." The next words already felt acrid on his tongue. "Daylight warrior." Chrysalispaw, with his foul mouth and attitude as rotten as ShadowClan's carrion, seemed to be just as hypocritical as the lead warrior in befriending half-clanners. He had no clue what they saw in Bananapaw, perhaps a skill that Silversmoke wouldn't be impressed by, perhaps a virtue that his poor social skills had prevented him from witnessing. Maybe he would get to see it today, maybe he would be poorly disappointed - though the tabby's hopes weren't high, he tried his best to keep his actual expectations neutral.
"I don't know what skills you've learned before this - if you struggle today, that will be a sign to me that you need to learn more. Prove to me that SkyClan blood flows through your body: scale the trees of our great home and catch an adult bird. How you do it doesn't matter, but I don't want to see your paws touch the ground until you've got one in your jaws. Are we clear?" He had seen cats fall from a great height catching birds before, their heads had never been the same sometimes. It would be dangerous, but if the kittypet couldn't do it, then there was no way he could let them be a warrior. "You have until sundown. Remember, I do not want to see your paws touch the ground." He emphasised his point, and opened himself up to trickery in hopes that, if she knew what she was doing, she could hide any adjustments to her position she needed to make from his prying eyes. "Now go."