fixed on your hand of gold / sweet & screech

[Briarthorn]

BRIARKIT — hello, my old heart.
The swamplands are being cast in gold by the time the trio is sent to make their home in the apprentices den, and Briarpaw finds sweet contentment in the walk back, bundles of moss and bracken clutched close as her tail lightly hovers behind Sweetpaw in case of a falter, an old habit she would soon have to learn to break as her littermate would grow into his own.
"Do either of you want help with your nests?" She’d prompt only after they’d already enter the apprentices den-their new home, question slightly muffled by her own materials. In all honesty, her minimal nest-making skills were only learned from watching, but she doubted Sweetpaw or Screechpaw knew more than her in the craft.
While the apprentice would wait for their answers, she’d take a moment to look around the den, eyes drifting to the occupied nests that dappled the ground.
Tomorrow would be her first day in training, the first real opportunity to make her mother proud, to make sure all of her children did.

/ neurotic “big sis” momence <33

@Sweetpaw @SCREECHPAW

"speech"

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[SCREECHSTORM]

Golden light filters in through the trees as Screechpaw bounds ahead of his siblings. The newly named apprentice carries a clump of moss in between his teeth, a dark feather he had stowed away since Magpiepaw had tossed it into the air at the nursery’s mouth tucked into the nest materials.

It had been mere hours since the ceremony, since Screechpaw and his littermates were given new names and a mentor each. The nursery is no longer their home - the apprentice den is, with their own nests and everything. No longer will Screechpaw get to curl in beside Sweetpaw and Briarpaw at night, just the warmth of the moss he carries with him.

“Hurry upf!” the young apprentice says as he approaches the apprentice den, his voice muffled around bits of moss. Briarpaw trails behind Sweetpaw, watching out for their sibling, as usual. Perhaps Screechpaw should’ve done the same, but excitement courses through him - he’s an apprentice now! Besides, if they don’t hurry up, everyone else who’d become an apprentice with them will get all the best spots!

Finally, they catch up to him, and Screechpaw takes his first steps into his new home. His eyes are wide as he takes in the unfamiliar surroundings. Where is he supposed to put his nest? He’s lucky to find an empty spot along the edge of the den’s confines, and he moves to set his supplies down in it as Briarpaw asks if he needs help.

“No,” he says, his nose scrunching up as he shakes his head at his shadow-furred littermate. He’s an apprentice now, he can do this, all by himself! Even if… he doesn’t know how to make a nest, like, at all. “I can make my own, see?”

Screechpaw gets to work, haphazardly squishing clumps of moss together in an attempt to make something that looks even remotely comfortable to sleep in.

✦ ABOUT

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  SCREECHKIT ‣ SCREECHPAW, Apprentice of ShadowClan
  — Forestshade x Vulturemask
  — AMAB; He/Him
  — A black/red tabby chimera tom with mismatched green eyes.
  — Mentored by Chilledstar
  — "Speech"; Attack
  
  ✦･ﾟ: * — His loud entrance into the world bestows upon him a name apt for the path the tom forges. As the troublemaker of his unknowingly half-clan litter, Screechpaw is bound to be known for his curiosity-led escapes and poor attendance as he steps foot into his apprenticeship.
  

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