- May 31, 2023
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Scorchpaw hates the thick canopy overhead. It towers over her; crowds out the moon and Silverpelt; throws her into darkness; giggles in the wind. It's eerie, to say the least. She's not sure how the ThunderClanners were ever so happy about it (and with a pang, she wonders if Little Wolf would have had a similar reaction, though the thought leaves her quickly), but at least they know how to make their way through it– because as long as that was true, it also meant that Scorchpaw would see the moors once again. It's this thought that brings her peace as they settle down for the night, the wind speaking through the trees in ways she had never thought possible before.
It's this whistling wind that brings her back to her kithood, between Houndthistle's paws while great gusts howled outside the medicine den she'd camped in (and how Scorchstreak had hated her sharing breath with Vulturemask!). Though the tortoiseshell girl wasn't often one for conversation, the powerful wave of nostalgia runs over her tongue in a warm pool. Had she really grown so much since Houndthistle had told her about old Thorn Claws? It seems silly. But the wind howls, and for a moment she swears she can see the one-eyed warrior imitating the poltergeist he'd crafted, and Scorchpaw finds a small amount of joy in the idea of imitating him all the way out here.
Cherrypaw and Luckypaw are never far from her. She glances between the other two apprentices as her maw splits into a smile. "Hey Cherrypaw," she murmurs, "did warriors ever tell you ghost stories?" Then, glancing to her brother, she queries, "do you remember the one Houndthistle used to tell us about Thorn Claws?" Any warriors nearby would certainly overhear her, and Scorchpaw would not stop them from listening in if they so desired– it may be a story for kits, but it is one that warms her chest all the same. Maybe she could tell it so well, even Sunstride with all of his colorful stories would be proud of her. "Thorn Claws was a cat who could smell trouble... he would always show up when Houndthistle was doing something wrong. He'd wave his claws and go, 'don't you dare....' in this really scary voice...."
It's a start, at least.
/ retro to getting out of the woods / the dog event!
tags (no need to wait!): @Cherrypaw @iciclefang @STORMYWING @LUCKYPAW @Periwinklebreeze. @GREENEYES
It's this whistling wind that brings her back to her kithood, between Houndthistle's paws while great gusts howled outside the medicine den she'd camped in (and how Scorchstreak had hated her sharing breath with Vulturemask!). Though the tortoiseshell girl wasn't often one for conversation, the powerful wave of nostalgia runs over her tongue in a warm pool. Had she really grown so much since Houndthistle had told her about old Thorn Claws? It seems silly. But the wind howls, and for a moment she swears she can see the one-eyed warrior imitating the poltergeist he'd crafted, and Scorchpaw finds a small amount of joy in the idea of imitating him all the way out here.
Cherrypaw and Luckypaw are never far from her. She glances between the other two apprentices as her maw splits into a smile. "Hey Cherrypaw," she murmurs, "did warriors ever tell you ghost stories?" Then, glancing to her brother, she queries, "do you remember the one Houndthistle used to tell us about Thorn Claws?" Any warriors nearby would certainly overhear her, and Scorchpaw would not stop them from listening in if they so desired– it may be a story for kits, but it is one that warms her chest all the same. Maybe she could tell it so well, even Sunstride with all of his colorful stories would be proud of her. "Thorn Claws was a cat who could smell trouble... he would always show up when Houndthistle was doing something wrong. He'd wave his claws and go, 'don't you dare....' in this really scary voice...."
It's a start, at least.
/ retro to getting out of the woods / the dog event!
tags (no need to wait!): @Cherrypaw @iciclefang @STORMYWING @LUCKYPAW @Periwinklebreeze. @GREENEYES
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—scorchkit. scorchpaw
— she/they ; apprentice of windclan
— short-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with low white and orange/yellow eyes
— "speech" ; thoughts
— chibi by giinya, signature by raphaelion
— penned by meghan