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feel the rain on your skin
he didn't want Sunpaw to be right. he didn't want anyone to be right. He didn't want to keep sulking though. He didn't keep wanting to be this- frustrated they took his best friend away. He didn't want to keep lamenting and not taking care of himself, all because he was wrong. He was always wrong. His paw dug into the dirt, frustrated, before a sigh left him, gaze lifting to look around camp.
Ever since Nightingalestrike died, he hated things, a lot. In more ways he couldn't understand. He hated making jokes. He hated being him, because everyone hated who he was. Not everyone, but it felt like everyone. He remembered the glares. The disappointment. He could put all his mice into the fact his mentor probably hated him. His old one. Of course Hemlockshine hated him.
He wasn't strong enough. He wasn't fast. He wasn't anything. And he hated feeling like this. He hated this newfound insecurity built up in his chest. He fought in a war for stars sake. Owlpaw did a lot. But no one cares about that.
The chocolate silvered cat let out a foggy huff, kicking up frosted over dirt in frustration as he paced back and forth. And finally, he spotted the white and red cat, coming in with Sunpaw by his side. He spared her a look, a gentle one, before looking at Foxtail. Mismatched gaze looked towards green, head lifting a bit before he approached the lead warrior. His teeth grit but he let out another break, letting the fur relax. This could go two ways. This could go good, or he could completely fuck everything up- like he was good at doing.
You've got a big mouth , owlpaw.
He shook his head, stopping before the other, looking up and down the warrior before turning on his heel. It sounded as if he was about to say something, but owlpaw wasn't making it out right now, and instead flicked his tail. "No, hush, I need to talk to you. Don't say anything, just listen."
Finally when away from Sunpaw, and to the side a little, he lifted his head and turned to the other. He'd watch as foxtail fidgeted, and Owlpaw took another breath. (How many did he even need?) Was he swallowing pride? Or nervous? He couldn't even tell anymore. His head ducked, and he shrank in himself, and he realized in the fluttering of his chest he was nervous.
"Look. I'm stupid. I'm not the smartest of the apprentices around here. But it wasn't right to snap at you, or whatever. And for that, I'm sorry. For disrespecting you. I'm sorry." He said, closing his mouth, because, he did have a big mouth. And it wasn't because he wanted to talk. He just always talked. And he voiced his thoughts aloud because he didn't care to stop the train of words that wanted to follow.
"I do think your cool. You're a lead warrior. And that's pretty cool. Cause, you like, earned it. Earned their respect, earned the clans respect. And that's a win." He said, his voice throwing up his brain thought process, though he regretted it, ducking his head again, and letting out another sigh. It wasn't even that good of an apology , but what else was he supposed to do? How else was one supposed to apologize?
He wished Nightingalestrike was here. Gale could help. But he wasn't, and Owlpaw just felt more alone. He felt empty. And stars, he felt pretty damn useless. About everything.
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Owlpaw
Riverclan Apprentice | Mentored by: Hemlockshine
Gender: amab, he/him
Personality: Little Brother Vibes, Hides pain with humor, Competitive, Loyal, Confused easy, Not the smartest tool in the shed.
Physical: Easy | Mentally: Medium
May start a fight | will not flee | will show mercy
Peaceful power play allowed!
Penned by Deidre