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He can't help but stare, struck by nostalgia and heart ache, he misses ShadowClan more than he can explain in words but perhaps his eyes spoke it more openly. The moment the she-cat notices him looking he bashfully lowers his head and turns away, a paw raised to prod at the mouse in front of him; his dinner he didn't have much of an appetite for but would feel bad not eating since Clearheart had gone through all the trouble of getting him something.
"Sorry..." His voice is muffled by his own chest fur as his head dips down and she tries to keep from staring again, "...you just remind me of my mentor." Little Wolf lacked the white jaw and chest of Starlingheart, but the rest of her was fairly close in appearance, sleek black and warm green eyes; a slight and small figure. Honestly, they could've been related, but then again many cats said the same for him and Starlingheart as well. They may as well be anyways, given she had pulled him from the wastes and granted him new life in ShadowClan and a purpose as her student.
"...do you have kits?" He asks suddenly, attempting to change the subject away from his awkwardness as best he could. "You seem nice enough to be a mother." It was an odd observation but he really didn't view motherhood very fondly given he didn't exactly have one but he remembers the warmth and comfort of Bramblesong in the nursery growing up, how the queen took him in without hesitation and kept watch over him until he was apprenticed. There was a way such cats felt, a sort of aura that they glowed with to bring others at ease. He got that aura here, that feeling of safety and security.
He can't help but stare, struck by nostalgia and heart ache, he misses ShadowClan more than he can explain in words but perhaps his eyes spoke it more openly. The moment the she-cat notices him looking he bashfully lowers his head and turns away, a paw raised to prod at the mouse in front of him; his dinner he didn't have much of an appetite for but would feel bad not eating since Clearheart had gone through all the trouble of getting him something.
"Sorry..." His voice is muffled by his own chest fur as his head dips down and she tries to keep from staring again, "...you just remind me of my mentor." Little Wolf lacked the white jaw and chest of Starlingheart, but the rest of her was fairly close in appearance, sleek black and warm green eyes; a slight and small figure. Honestly, they could've been related, but then again many cats said the same for him and Starlingheart as well. They may as well be anyways, given she had pulled him from the wastes and granted him new life in ShadowClan and a purpose as her student.
"...do you have kits?" He asks suddenly, attempting to change the subject away from his awkwardness as best he could. "You seem nice enough to be a mother." It was an odd observation but he really didn't view motherhood very fondly given he didn't exactly have one but he remembers the warmth and comfort of Bramblesong in the nursery growing up, how the queen took him in without hesitation and kept watch over him until he was apprenticed. There was a way such cats felt, a sort of aura that they glowed with to bring others at ease. He got that aura here, that feeling of safety and security.
- @LITTLE WOLF
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Magpiepaw
—⊰⋅ MCA of ShadowClan
—⊰⋅ He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ Black tom w/a white throat and blue-violet eyes.
—⊰⋅ penned by Rai