- Mar 19, 2024
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〔✦〕A mutiny. A mutiny which killed several of their clanmates - all alike under the scrutinizing gaze of Skyclaw and his followers. Honeykit had lost their mother, Freckleflame and her family mourned the death of Mousenose more than anyone else — and Howlingstar, their leader, killed by her own grandson. Roaringpaw wondered how he could've been so cruel, his own flesh and blood. ( And he cared about blood a whole ton, the way he exiled those with even the slightest bit of kittypet heritage ).
Would it have made a difference if they hadn't been sent away? Would they have fought for their Clan and won? Maybe they all wouldn't be here, now, so far from their home and so afraid of the future.
"Um," He clears his throat, all awkward and feeling so small - like he's a kit again. "We... we may not have all the bodies to mourn. . . but we have the memories." Maybe that's enough. Is something he can't bring himself to day, because he knows it's not true. They should be griving back in ThunderClan camp with their clanmates, not out in the wilderness like a band of rogues. It was not fair. He wishes he could share tongues one last time, wanted to help with the burial, but he couldn't.
"I don't wanna drag on too long," The apprentice murmurs, wrapping his tail around his body. He would stay up the entire night, he was certain of that. "Howlingstar was the first Leader I ever met, and I'm glad she let me join ThunderClan. Glad she gave me a chance. I wish she got to see me become a warrior and got to give me the name I will carry for the rest of my life." He wonders what it would've been - maybe he'd ask if they met again.
Would it have made a difference if they hadn't been sent away? Would they have fought for their Clan and won? Maybe they all wouldn't be here, now, so far from their home and so afraid of the future.
"Um," He clears his throat, all awkward and feeling so small - like he's a kit again. "We... we may not have all the bodies to mourn. . . but we have the memories." Maybe that's enough. Is something he can't bring himself to day, because he knows it's not true. They should be griving back in ThunderClan camp with their clanmates, not out in the wilderness like a band of rogues. It was not fair. He wishes he could share tongues one last time, wanted to help with the burial, but he couldn't.
"I don't wanna drag on too long," The apprentice murmurs, wrapping his tail around his body. He would stay up the entire night, he was certain of that. "Howlingstar was the first Leader I ever met, and I'm glad she let me join ThunderClan. Glad she gave me a chance. I wish she got to see me become a warrior and got to give me the name I will carry for the rest of my life." He wonders what it would've been - maybe he'd ask if they met again.

- ooc. for the thc exiles
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ROARINGPAW —— apprentice of thunderclan , mentored by leafhusk . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
✦ male / he/him / 11 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
—— combat details here / battle notes
✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
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reference image here
a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.