- Jan 4, 2024
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✞ Being an apprentice is not all that Blizzardpaw had thought it would be. Their name has changed, but it has remained the same, in a way. They are still blizzard, still the cold, swirling thing that had sank its fangs into the rest of their family. They do not want to be blizzard—not that they fault WindClan for the poor choice of name. Without WindClan, they would have joined their mother, their siblings. They would be in StarClan, not an apprentice or anything except a nameless kit. They would never become a warrior, like they will in WindClan. They would never have met their clanmates they care so much for.
Speaking of clanmates, the snow-white apprentice flinches as someone approaches them. "Ah… sorry. I was distracted." Though they acknowledge the other cat, their voice is still faraway, and their eyes do not turn to their clanmate. Instead, pale pink remains trained on the sky above, tracing the blurred lines of a suspiciously dark cloud. Perhaps it will rain later today, they think. Perhaps it will snow.
Speaking of clanmates, the snow-white apprentice flinches as someone approaches them. "Ah… sorry. I was distracted." Though they acknowledge the other cat, their voice is still faraway, and their eyes do not turn to their clanmate. Instead, pale pink remains trained on the sky above, tracing the blurred lines of a suspiciously dark cloud. Perhaps it will rain later today, they think. Perhaps it will snow.