private growing pains // streamsong

[SUNSPARK]

Sunpaw knows she's not... the most sociable. Honestly, she's probably lucky. RiverClan has generally been accepting of her whims and her attitudes, even when they probably shouldn't be. Or, maybe more embarrassingly, they're just so used to it by her that they don't even think anything of it. So maybe they really do think of her as a brat; or maybe in a way that's a title she's giving herself.

She doesn't lack self-perception, only she buries it. She's one of the older apprentices, and yet she's only been within the Clan for a couple of months and that alone paints her as an outsider more than anything else could. Never mind the fact she was a kittypet- which somehow seems so much more resounding to these people than the fact she had been born a loner.

It's the time of the day where they share tongues. She had been lingering by the other apprentices for a while, but the second the conversation turned to their impending warriorhood, back to their kithood and the friendly banter of cats who had known each other their entire life, Sunpaw had huffed, picked herself up, and with a, "You're so noisy," dismissed herself towards another part of camp. It couldn't be helped, right? But it still twists sharp in her chest as she finds a place to sit and tries to look unbothered, lifting a paw to start cleaning her face.

She's alone, but at least it's by choice.

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[STREAMSONG]

Streamsong finds herself enjoying the early evening hours, the warmth from the fall sun hitting her fur in the perfect spot. While many of her clanmates around her are chatting away, their eager chirps filling the camp as Streamsong surveyed the varying groups around her. It doesn't take long for gaze to fall upon some of Riverclan's apprentices, seemingly enjoying their conversation. Unfortunately, Streamsong's assumptions are soon proven to be incorrect, leaving her sitting up, her eyes following Sunpaw as she stalked to an empty space in camp, not far from her own sunny "private" spot. She'd only caught the tail end of the conversation, and she swears she heard mention of the others being "nosy."

"You alright Sunpaw?" She calls out softly to the girl, her gaze soft and concerned as she flicked her tail in a welcoming manner, extending a silent invitation for her to join her. Having been born and raised within Riverclan's camp, she cannot relate to the pain Sunpaw is feeling of feeling out of place. While she may have always felt like she belonged in Riverclan, and never having been seen as an outsider, recent developments regarding her mate had caused a bit of a shift within the clan. She knew that her clanmates were beginning to view her differently, and she was unsure of how to proceed.

i just need to leave this part of me behind do you remember me, when the rain gathers? / ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

• ooc.
• streamsong.
  ⤹ cisgender female ( feminine pronouns )
  ⤹ 26 moons / ages realistically on the 4th
  ⤹ mates with bugbite / heterosexual ; monogamous
  ⤹ warrior of riverclan / currently mentoring none
  ⤹ lh blue tabby with low white
  ⤹ peaceful actions may be powerplayed / underline and tag account when attacking
  ⤹ "speech" / thoughts / hexcode: #afd2e9
  ⤹ penned by halimede
  

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[SUNSPARK]

As Sunpaw has come to find out, it's basically impossible to find a quiet spot within camp. There's always cats moving around, busy bodies. It's the nature of RiverClan, Sunpaw must think. Just as busy as the river running through the heart of their territory. But it's just Streamsong, and the question burns into the back of her fur. How embarrassing. Is something so clearly written on her face?

"I'm fine," she snips back in the direction of Streamsong. But even as the words leave her mouth she knows it came out too sharp for something that would actually deem herself as 'fine', so she scrubs a spot on her face. "...Thanks," she adds in a mumble to soften it. Streamsong's just trying to be nice, right? It's not her fault Sunpaw would rather not be seen. "They're just... noisy. That's all."
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