private FABLE OF THE TIMES ☾ Mottledpaw

[THRASHPAW]

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It's easy enough to find her, all things considered. If Thrashkit just looks in the opposite direction to where ever Stormywing is he's bound to find her. It likes to think it's an expert at knowing where the best places in camp to hide out are thanks to the amount of times he's done so himself. In the end it finds them in the far corners of camp, obstructed by dens depending on the angle you look at it from. "Mottledpaw" he calls out as he peers around, until he can see the apprentice clearer. It's a soft grumble of a meow, voice gruff from not speaking at all today until this point. The wild burr of a matted pelt decides to position itself to be beside her. After a couple of pawfuls of hesitance that is, it felt less scary if she's the one approaching them rather than them approaching it.

"..How do I know when... I'm supposed to be an apprentice?" Is there a calling for it? Or are they just sprung on it. It's littermates and himself were never ones for surprises, so maybe if it knew when that was coming it could warn the others. Though she did truly doubt that was possible, shifting on his paws uncomfortably it found that despite it being just the pair of them he was a little overwhelmed. They hadn't spoken with Mottledpaw beyond sparse conversations so trusting itself to carry a conversation with it was proving to be taxing.

"What do you... do?" He watches her leave camp, he watches her come back as well. Sometimes apprentices come back injured, other times tired. Were their mentors trying to keep them subserviant? Or were they just negligent and throw their younger counter parts into whatever danger shows itself. He hasn't had to fear of this before but the startling realisation that he'd be saddled with the same misfortune had decided for them that they should find fear in it.

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• THRASHKIT
  any pronouns, 5 moons
  ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
  ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howlkit & Yippingkit
  ☆ Due to her circumstances surrounding it's life she will be confrontational in the majority of their interactions { will start fights | will not end fights | will not run away and might be merciful }
  ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ☆ All opinions are IC only!

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[mottledpaw]

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A lazy few swipes of her tongue over her paws turn into quick drawn out motions behind her ears... this weather means for a lot of grooming and re-grooming. Every trip outside of camp leaves treasures in her pelt that she is not interested in keeping. A frustrated sigh escapes her as a particularly stubborn leaf insists on dividing apart under her touch and crunching into her fur more. Whatever... Maybe she could ask one of her sisters to deal with it later... if they weren't busy with their friends or something. The sound of a coarse voice calling her name summons her to an upright attention immediately, uncertain at first if she remembers it or not.

If not for the color of his stare, she might've mistaken him for Beetlepaw.

Her lashes lift in a surprised glance, eyeing over Thrashkit as they hesitate, "Uhm... yeah? That's me..." Maybe they weren't sure if they got it right? But that doesn't seem to be the problem... Instead, it posits a question. "When? Oh... you don't have to worry about that," she answers with a wave of her paw. "You're like... almost two seasons old right? Look like it at least... getting tall." Annoyingly so, for someone as slight in stature as herself.

Having to crane up to look at others is embarrassing.

"At six months you'll be uh... Crashpaw," for once she doesn't actually remember the kid's name correctly rather than a spiteful ignorance. "Or... Gnash...paw? No... Thrashpaw. That's your name. Sorry." An apology is more than most others would be afforded... as well as the expended effort to properly recall it. "It's pretty boring honestly... you kinda just walk around a lot. Go see the borders... walk back. Go out to practice defending yourself. Walk back. Go out to hunt for everyone else to eat. Walk back..."

Her whiskers twitch, realizing that the scope of these duties might seem limited to one who doesn't have Howlingstar for a grandmother to dote on them and regale with stories and play-scuffles. "I'll spar with you if you want... Maybe Stormywing will be cool for once and let me like.. show you the ropes or something."​

 

[THRASHPAW]

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Two seasons old? That's correct... Right? It knows how to count but it can't really say that he bothers to keep track of something like that. If that's what she says then that must be correct so the kit nods, It pauses to look down at her forelimbs, were they getting tall? Huh, how long has the ground felt so far away? The confusion lingers when Mottledpaw gets his name wrong, Crashpaw is close but not quite.

There is no attatchment to it's name, for the longest time there has been a detatchment to being called Thrashkit, he doesn't think about it being his actual name so why be upset about it? They had never paid attention if anyone else is upset often, Stormywing seemed upset. Then again Stormywing seems to be upset often, they tried to avoid her the best that he could. Did that mean that other thunderclanners were this upset about it? While he's trying to dig through shelved memories Mottledpaw seems to get his name right.

"It's okay" this isn't much of a comfort, they're not a very comforting presence after all. Receiving any kind of reassurance from it is rare, what a pair they made. "Why.. do you do... that?" There's a pause as it stares at the apprentice. Only to add on quietly "Every...one's names are... confusing... Do you get confused.. too?" They assumed as such, why else would they stumble over everyones names so often?

Apprentice duties sounds boring, and tiring. This is what so many kits are excited about? What is a launching point for so many of their games? All that excitement just for walking? She does admit that going to see the forest and the borders sounds interesting. Practicing defense was daunting, he felt sick at the thought of having to actually defend a clan that it hates. There's an offer to spar, his stomach churns at the thought. That's a way to fit in though... Right? If it's good at sparring then it's dependable.

"Okay..." It hides the uncertainity he feels. "That sounds... cool?" The word is foreign, it turns to ash when speaking, growing heavy on her tongue. "Is Stormywing... not.. cool?" Based on the limited interactions they saw the pair have he assumes not. Is it normal to have a relationship like that with their mentor?

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  THRASHPAW
  any pronouns, 5 moons
  ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
  ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howlpaw & Yippingkit
  ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ☆ All opinions are IC only!

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[mottledpaw]

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At least this kid doesn't take sincere offense to her stumbling... It's not a habit she can pin down the reason for, so when it's asked even Mottledpaw has to pause and think about it. Why did she throw around names so flippantly...? Had it been a joke she forgot was funny along the way? Or had she always been like that? "Confusing?" Her head tilts, mulling over the various names of those she's spent her whole life with and summarily agrees that some of them are a little odd. Others are just forgettable and harder to remember. "Good point- I think they are too sometimes. I'm not sure though I think I just... don't.... care...."

Maybe that's true... or maybe it's a hopeless attempt to detach herself from a clan that has no love for her. Without her parents, the road grew more narrow. "You don't like it here... do you?" Her bluntness ought to be appreciated as honesty but... maybe it's alarming. "I mean... I don't blame you. I've thought about running off myself... but I don't want to leave my sisters behind." She shrugs, a nagging feeling saying they'd be just fine without her if she did.

At the hesitant acceptance for some good-natured practice, the tortoiseshell gives an approving nod- this kit wasn't a big baby... thank stars. "That's right, we're cool Thrashkit! And no... Stormywing is definitely not cool." She lifts a paw to gesture vaguely, "I'm like, pretty sure Flamestar paired me with her on purpose... Some sort of punishment. Don't worry though, I'll make sure your mentor doesn't chew you out all the time, since you defended me." And Mottledpaw's loyalty tended to run deep and bleed red.​