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While Raccoonstripe would have his bruises tended to and the crowd would disperse, Roeflame would lead Beetlepaw to their own spot, just outside of camp in the leaf-laden ravine. Normally, she’d let Burnstorm handle such conversations, but today Beetlepaw had been nothing less than his mothers child.

“You did good, Beetlepaw. Setting the story straight was the right thing to do, even if it was contradicting to your superior.” The deputy begins, words steady as they come to her tongue straight from her thoughts. “However, the way you tell your perspective is just as important as the information you share. Do you understand? ” Despite natural habit, the tabby keeps a scolding edge from her words. Beetlepaw wasn’t in trouble after all.

“Put yourself in a warriors shoes for me, would you listen to the angry apprentice throwing jabs at the lead warrior he is accusing?” Hopefully the analogy would be enough to make Beetlepaw connect the dots, and Roeflame would move on to the thing that troubled her more than rebellious outbursts, the anger put behind them.

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  • ROEFLAME she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
    petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
    mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
    penned by Noor@toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

Beetlepaw is silent as he follows his mother. He knew when to lip off, and when to stay just as he is now- ears twitch and flatten backwards. Entering his 'teen-aged' moons had made him all the more spitfire, the more rebellious. He was his parent's son, for sure. Roeflame turns towards him, and his eyes stray towards her. These days, he was closer and closer to being her height, so Beetlepaw was no longer looking up.

It was scary to think he'd sooner be looking down then up at her again.

There is no heat to her words, to which Beetlepaw's ears twitch at- recognition, praise, at first, but some correction. He didn't like correction, but he kept himself quiet as he listened. "Yes, I understand." He says, trying his best to keep any hint of annoyance or sigh out of his tone. Her ears twiched- though he didn't quite understand the role of a warrior yet, he knew that a kit posturing was awfully hard to listen to as an apprentice.

"... There's nothing to back me up if I turn my back like that." He finally admits. Thinking through it helps his muscles relax- the dots connected. Vision lifted towards Roeflame once more. "It's not easy standing face to face with him, though." He finally says, ears flattening as he looked on- he couldn't hold her vision any longer, Beetlepaw's eyes straying aside.
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  • BEETLEPAW he/him, apprentice of thunderclan, nine moons.
    LH black smoke with bright green eyes. growing into a very broad and built tom-cat, mirroring his father's build. of average height, with a shit-eating grin more often then not.
    being mentored by burnstorm / / mentoring no one
    no romantic interests / / BURNSTORM X ROEFLAME - sibling to dovepaw and littlepaw, adoptive sibling to hopepaw and coalpaw
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.