dance in the dark // missed catch

[✧ Frecklepaw.]

WATCHING YOUR
PRETTY SMILE SO WARM​

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frecklepaw & 11 moons & trans. fem & she/they/it & riverclan apprentice ​

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" Fox-dung, " Fecklepaw can't help but curse, frown crossing pale features.

She's been a rather quiet cat lately - no longer quite so despondent, no longer lingering after Gladefrost like a shadow, and yet not entirely her old self either. There is no joy on freckled features, no smile even when she sees her siblings. She'd wanted to be better - to get stronger, so that history will never repeat itself. The wound upon her leg may have healed, but the memory lingers in her mind like the taste of rotten-fish - it'd ben her fault Gladefrost had gotten hurt, that things had changed.

And yet, she cannot even catch a simple fish.

When was the last time she'd had a successful catch? The last time she'd won a spar that wasn't against some kit barely out the nursery? Lip quivers, and paw slams against the water in frustration. She's nto going to cry - not now, not again. 'How am I supposed to pass my assement now?'

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I ━ L O S E ━ M Y ━ C O O L , ━ W H E N ━ I ━ G E T ━ E M O T I O N A L

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// @Driftwood mentor ping but no need to wait

 

[shellpaw]

she witnesses it ; watches frecklepaw strikes nothing but empty water, frowns and lowers her ears at the immediate sigh that follows. disappointment. its something shellpaw is more familiar with than she’d like to be — than she admits, even to herself, even in the comfort and tangle of plush - lined nest. in quiet moments, she can still hear the fury - tinged snap of her mother, the instant regret that colored their tumultuous features into still, cool waters . . those moments when the birdsong overhead ceases and she can only gaze into red - eyed reflection, watch the dampness of her muzzle, feel the buzz of dragonflies as they flit over the velveteen tips of her ears.

disappointment was a pit in her chest, a weight on her shoulders, a pang of sympathy that parts her maw to murmur a feathery, ” its like, like they can tell . . when you wanna catch them most. “ in half - hearted attempt to lighten the mood, to encourage the apprentice to try again. but upon another glance the molly’s way, there is a sheen over dichromatic eyes that perks her ears and furrows her brow tenderly, ” i don’t, don’t want to pry but — do you need to talk? i, um . . am here for you . . if you do. “ she wheezes, letting her ears lower with each passing word and hoping that she’d not misread the teary frustration crossing the girls face.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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  SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. TEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENSTAR ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

  
  

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[tanglepaw]

It's not often that Tanglepaw finds himself close to the river. The edges are too slippery, and the deep blues make his mind swirl. Today, though, he must hunt - and finds himself stationed several tail-lengths away from another apprentice, with his own mentor hovering over - just close enough to hear a frustrated curse that makes him wince.

Frecklepaw is an enigma; like Tanglepaw, she is quiet, but unlike him.. she is entirely withdrawn. Of course, the boy knows when he must keep his distance. She does not seem like a friendly type lately, and he knew better than to step where he was not welcome. That being said, it takes a huge force of empathy to forge a longing to try and connect, for him to speak up from his distance.

He can't offer to listen to her talk. He doesn't really want to. and he usually only ever does what he wants. But, he still wants to make her feel better, somehow. Maybe she needs to know she's not alone? " I miss my catches a lot too, " the drypaw mews softly, in his own lopsided attempt at trying to be relatable.. not yet realizing how easily his words may be misconstrued.

TANGLEPAW ( he/him )​

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[Magpiepaᴡ]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Worry for Frecklepaw was- immense.

Of course they wanted their sibling to do well, their littermate, and passa lonside them. They wanted to become warriors with them and see the world. Without Frecklepaw, they werent sure what to do with themselves much like Gladefrost. Family mattered most of all to it and they would do anyting to protect it and make sure they both were seen. Though hope dwindled with each passing day and Magpiepaw had been half tempted to ask if Frecklepaw wanted to join under Hawkcloud, or it could teach them something. Alas, it had yet to reach out or disucss anything of the matter with their littermate.

"Do you want me to show you the crouch again?" They speak up from approach beside Tanglepaw, and blue eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance masking concern, "Give it another try" It wanted to push, to force their littermate to do the crouch and the like. Yet they had no room to talk really as they stood there quietly for a long moment. The black and white cat lashed a white-tipped tail back and forth, before huffing inwardly. No, no need to get pissy now it wouldnt help in this situation even if the inner workings of their mind wanted to snap, to split and lash out.

Magpiepaw then went up to Frecklepaw and nudged their shoulder, "Dont give up yet"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I will not break ⋅❁⋅ I will shut the world away ──┐‎

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  MAGPIEPAW ✩ they/it, Apprentice of Riverclan, 11 moons.
  ⭃ a long haired black and white cat with blue eyes and a lithe build, long legs and narrow muzzle.
  ⭃ Sibling to Gladefrost and Frecklepaw // Friend to Mothpaw, Midnightash and Turtlepaw // Mentored by Hawkcloud
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by wolf ↛ @wolf_1997 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

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Pinepaw’s first catch was unforgettable, it had restored the ‘fun’ in fishing for a little while. At least, until fish were once again slipping from the girls grasp more often than not. It was frustrating, but still couldn’t beat the satisfaction that sent sparks up the tortoiseshells spine when she feels her claws sink into the scaled flesh of her prey.

Frecklepaw’s outburst prompts Pinepaw’s attention, but her investment follows Shellpaw. Her friend is kind as expected, but the way lilac ears twitch with uncertainty earns Frecklepaw a careful stare from her. It was sad to see the tears welling up in the others eyes, Pinepaw supposed, but frustrated cats tended to snap in the face of grace; lashing out at her friend simply wouldn’t fly.

Tanglepaw and Magpiepaw are much more helpful than Pinepaw, but what could she say? To cry over a fish was simply something she couldn’t relate to. A side-long glance to Shellpaw, and the tortoiseshell figures she should at least try.

“My paws are big n’ make it hard to be fast n’the water. Ya jus’otta keep practicing.” Pinepaw offers after a moment, tone confident but demeanor casual when she ends her sentence with a small shrug. There, she had contributed. Crabpaw would be proud of her bein’ all soft and smooshy.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[STREAMSONG]

A fishing "patrol" with the apprentices had not been her initial plan for the day. Rather, it seems as if she was crashing an apprentice training session above all else. Initially, she had given them their own space once she stumbled upon them, electing to fish further down the river (still staying close enough to keep a watchful eye on them of course) before the incident happened. Moments before a curse is uttered, Streamsong turns her head in their direction, planning on checking on them before returning to her fishing.

Then she too sees it happen. Disappointment and the taste of sadness-, or was it regret? could be tasted on the wind as the catch is missed. The other apprentices are quick to offer Frecklepaw reassurance, even if deep down Streamsong knew it likely would only help so much. Moving to sit more closely beside the apprentices, she hesitates briefly, almost wondering if her presence would be considered off-putting to the apprentices and the situation.

"You know," Again, she pauses briefly as she searches for the right words to say. Offering comfort and reassurance in times like this wasn't her strongest suit, and she knew she had to tread carefully. "Even the most skilled warriors miss a catch from time to time." She tries again, placing her tail comfortingly over Frecklepaw's front paws as she spoke. Giving her a warm smile she looks to the river briefly, before continuing once again. "I don't think I've ever met a Riverclan cat, or any cat for that matter, who's never lost a catch. If they claim they have they're lying." Would her words help the apprentice? Or would they only make things worse? At the very least she hoped it would open the door for a conversation so she could began to relax and ease her mind.

i just need to leave this part of me behind do you remember me, when the rain gathers?　/　˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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• streamsong.
  ⤹ cisgender female ( feminine pronouns )
  ⤹ 26 moons / ages realistically on the 4th
  ⤹ mates with bugbite / heterosexual ; monogamous
  ⤹ warrior of riverclan / currently mentoring none
  ⤹ lh blue tabby with low white
  ⤹ peaceful actions may be powerplayed / underline and tag account when attacking
  ⤹ "speech" / thoughts / hexcode: #afd2e9
  ⤹ penned by halimede
  
  
  

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