private does anyone have to know? .. cricketpaw

[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- The beech copse was bustling with attention as apprentices and mentors rotated different setups for spars and practice. As the current oldest, and biggest, of the apprentices Otterpaw had been used as an example for the younger cats to copy from or test their skills against.

Claws sheathed, Otterpaw. They reminded him between each apprentice and the chimera had bristled, eagerly snapping back he still had ears. A few rounds and he was given the chance to sit on the gnarled root of a beech tree to take a breather. While the tom didn't feel tired he didn't turn down the chance to do nothing and ended up sitting himself down beside Cricketpaw. The moment his paws stopped moving it felt like air hadn't entered his lungs in days, taking a gasp for breath. Maybe he had overworked himself a bit...

"What do you think... of your new name?" He asked between breaths without looking at the other cat, eyes still set forward as he watched apprentices practice against their mentors. "Is it... hard to get used to?"

@Cricketpaw

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IM OUT OF CONTROL ⋅❁⋅ OH, HOW I BURN FOR YOU ──┐‎

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  OTTERPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of riverclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with white undercarriage and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ @gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Cricketchirp]

⋆｡°✩ They feel jittery sitting on the sidelines like this. The smoky apprentice taps a restless paw as he waits for his cue, only casting a side-eyed glance to Otterpaw when he addresses them. "Quite," Cricketpaw responds curtly. It still feels like a fresh wound, bleeding for all the clan to see. "It doesn't feel like as if it's mine." Not like starlight did. Starlight is what he was, what he is, all starstuff and kingsblood. It irks at him, how eager her papa is to hide all of that away. As if there's something wrong with them, as though they're not worthy.

She breathes out, slowly, rasps her tongue across her fur a few times to steady her fast-beating heart. She'll save that for the spars. "I suppose I shouldn't question Smokestar's word, though. If the stars will it, then..." He trails off, face dark. The words feel empty, ashen. Clouded eyes flick over to Otterpaw. He's always seen them for what they are, hasn't he? An arbiter of holy judgement, an extension of the stars themselves. That's why he looked to them for approval that day, isn't it?

‎‎┌── I PICK AN AGE WHEN IM GONNA DISAPPEAR ⋆｡°✩ UNTIL THEN I CAN TRY AGAIN ──┐‎

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  CRICKETPAW ✩ he / she / they, apprentice of riverclan, eight moons.
  ⭃ a wiry, curly-furred black smoke with clouded blue eyes.
  ⭃ intelligent, egotistical, and strange, with an eye always turned to the stars.
  ⭃ smokestar xx cicadastar, littermate to beepaw & cicadapaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Cricketpaw's response isn't much of a surprise, given how he agreed in her protest against Smokestar. While that support may have stemmed from the thick tension between him and their leader, he truly found it pointless to worry about things like the consequence of a name. "Well, is it really?" His maw twisted into a teeth-flashing grimace.

"You're not the first name he's change just because it sounded wrong. Moonpaw wasn't always Moonpaw, remember? She was just Ratpaw, but then he found out he didn't like rats and made the choice for her to change it." Otterpaw rolled his eyes, imagining the same for himself. They had never run into the creature that held his namesake but he heard they carried nasty bites, not unlike rats. Would his name change if they ever confronted one? If he lost a life, to one?

"You don't believe that." Otterpaw nudged Cricketpaw as his smile began to return. "Leaders just do what they want most the time, don't they?Just because he said all that stuff about StarClan doesn't really mean its true. If it did, wouldn't your new name feel better?" It didn't really make all that much sense to him in the first place, how all of it worked. But he definitely felt like StarClan would've been loud about whatever they didn't like, just like they were in the past. [/u]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IM OUT OF CONTROL ⋅❁⋅ OH, HOW I BURN FOR YOU ──┐‎

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  OTTERPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of riverclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with white undercarriage and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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