camp GUIDED BY YOUR FEAR [hesitation]

[HOPEPAW]

CW — some gender dysphoria mentioned in the first paragraph​

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⊱⊰ The early-morning sunlight colors soft lilac fur in shaded pinkish-orange, shadows cast across loose curls and silky feathering. Maybe it’s just her imagination, but to Hopepaw it seems like everything about her has gotten… softer, since she’s made up her mind and begun to tell the clan how she feels. It makes her think that maybe she should share her thoughts with her clanmates more often—maybe she should trust them all a bit more with her dewdrop-delicate feelings. So… she tries. "I want to go out on a patrol," she muses, her voice low in volume but rough. It’s a bit grating, she thinks, that she’s able to be called pretty and molly but she still doesn’t quite… feel like one. Not entirely. Inside, she knows this is what she wants, but there’s still… all of her that doesn’t feel quite right. Maybe talking to Gentlestorm would help, but she doesn’t want to bother him any more than she already has. Maybe she should ask Roeflame about how to act like more of a she-cat. She makes a note of it for the future, and then pushes the idea away.

"But I don’t feel… comfortable leaving. What if something happens while I’m gone?" She thinks of her uncle, of blood spilled across the floor of a usually-calm den. A space that was meant to be her safe haven, Gentlestorm’s den, has been tainted by the scent of iron and the sight of deep wounds gouged across the medicine cat’s body. She’ll reclaim it, she knows. It will be her safe haven once again, but for now, she has to stop using the den as a shield against her apprenticeship duties. She wants to be a good apprentice to Lovelight, and the first step toward doing that is to find the courage to actually leave camp.

Nothing will happen while she’s gone. She just needs to convince herself of that. Her paws shuffle in place, eyes trained on the camp's entrance. She takes a step, then stops. Hesitates. It will be fine, she attempts to convince herself once again, gritting her teeth against the feeling that holds her back, as though an invisible wall blocks her inside the bounds of camp.

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

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• HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue (adopted by roeflame) ; sister to braveheart, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalpaw ; adoptive sister to beetlepaw, dovepaw, littlepaw
  ⊱ mentored by lovelight
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[leafhusk]

she’s seen this before. shuffled paws, worried eyes, and puffed out fur. she watches hopepaw dance towards the entrance, curious about what she’ll do. addersnap gave her grievances about minuscule fears for moons. it took days of trial and error, forcing him to stand in the middle of the territory until he calmed down. she’s been worried about fadingpaw and orangepaw giving her a difficult time as well, every apprentice seems to be struggling with something. growing up in the woods consist of thorns in bushes, cracked pads, traitorous clanmates who want you dead. it grates against her skin, but she can’t blame the kids for yelping at their own shadow. they should be scared while they can afford it.

leafhusk pads over carefully, "a patrol? i could think of somewhere for you to go." she ponders outloud. the young molly isn’t her apprentice, so she won’t overstep any boundaries her mentor needs to set. she will, however, try to make it easier for now. "collecting moss is quick and easy. nothing could possibly happen if you're gone that quick." she smiles at hopepaw, swishing her tail behind her.

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[Nightdust]

[ @HOPEPAW @leafhusk ]
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Seeing Hopepaw nervously fret about camp had Nightdust's heart twisting in sympathy and pain. It hurt him to see any young cat struggling like that. He knew it wasn't anything unique to this generation of apprentices (the stars knew he'd seen his fair share of anxiety and fear when he was young), but it didn't make it any easier to see.

Overhearing the 'paw's request to go on a patrol, he decided to offer to tag along. The two of them hadn't ever interacted before, so if she proved disinterested in him tagging along, that was up to her. He certainly wouldn't give her another thing to be stressed about by forcing his presence upon her.

The warrior gave a quick nod of greeting to Leafhusk as he padded over to join the pair. "If you don't mind, I'd like to join you. It's good to get out and get some fresh air; it helps clear the mind."

 

[Softsight]

Softsight knows that she's gotten the easier end of the stick when it comes to recovering from the trauma that had plagued ThunderClan over the past moon. She found herself in the fight to take back what was rightfully Flamestar's, gained confidence and a voice for herself, where others - Hopepaw of course being an example - were still stuck in the mud, trudging forward as painfully slow paces. She wishes that she could do something more for those poor souls, but empathy had never been her strong suit.

"Nightdust is right. Fresh air will do you well." Softsight agrees as she comes across Hopepaw's hesitance. She offers the younger she-cat a reassuring smile, and adds, "There are plenty of eyes on ThunderClan. We won't let anything happen while you give yourself a moment." She promised. It was the truth; Softsight and many others were still at the ready, in the case of something bad rearing its ugly head once more. ThunderClan would not fall to another like Skyclaw.

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• SOFTSIGHT ✩ warrior of thunderclan, twelve moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[ROEFLAME .]

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Hopepaw’s change in identity had only made Roeflame that much more of a proud mother. Hopepaw’s honesty and bravery was admirable, as Roeflame’s son or as her daughter. Still, when it came to Hopepaw and Coalpaw, there would always be that tremor of concern, especially for the latter.

Learning what Hopepaw had done for Gentlestorm had felt like a slap in the face, making Roeflame’s head spin with multiple emotions; admiration for Hopepaw’s heroism, and rage that the apprentice had been put in that position in the first place. Soft and familiar musing prompts those same emotions all over again as Roeflame walks over to where her daughter stands and gives the taller girls shoulder an affectionate touch with her nose, concern glimmering in celadon pools. “What do you mean?” The rosetted warrior tentatively ventures further into Hopepaw’s newfound anxiety.

Leafhusks suggestion of a moss-collecting patrol sounds like a perfect compromise, and Roeflame blinks gratefully towards her council-mate. “We can’t prove our fears wrong if we don’t try, right?” The Lead Warrior hums, having to suppress the urge to tag a little warrior onto the end of her sentence. Nightdust and Softsights support earns an encouraging nod from the former queen, quenching the rising bubbles of anger in her chest when the pieces begin to click. Could this behavior be because of… “Go stretch your legs, Hopepaw, we’ll be okay.” Shielding her thoughts from her expression, Roeflame speaks in a light purr.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ Braveheart looked down at his sister as she spoke aloud the very thoughts that flitted through the warriors head every time his paws set for outside of camp. It was foolish to believe anything similar to Skyclaws raging terror would repeat over the time of a patrol, considering his supporters held no weight against the full vitality of ThunderClan now that their ranks were reunited.

But a civil war was not something Braveheart had thought possible for his home. It had confronted him with the fact that his Clanmates were far more complex than he could have imagined. The tom had always believed that what united them so strongly was their shared faith in StarClan, that the work they put in together to survive bonded the love and care they shared for one another. But there was still room for resentment, beliefs that went unnoticed or unchecked could fester and drive one to kill their own kin.

Braveheart knew in himself he could never be driven to such lengths. He cannot see himself ever bringing harm to his brothers and sister and they surely shared the same sentiment for each other. But it allowed Braveheart to open into a new perspective about warriorhood that he never anticipated before.

"Wouldn't it be nice to sunbathe while we have it? Maybe you can find some nice petals for me, I can use them for Fallowbite and Doepath's nests." He knew for certain Doepath would appreciate them, and maybe he could convince Fallowbite they would be magically soft.

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  BRAVEHEART — HE/HIM ･ 11 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. A large cat who stands tall and proud. His coat is thick with long wispy curls. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ Thankfully, the first cat to respond to her questioning tone is a kind one. Leafhusk, the ever-friendly lead warrior that she is, approaches her with care. Her words are an offering, a clear attempt at reassurance and encouragement. Collecting moss doesn’t sound like too heavy a chore—it can be done somewhat quickly. The lead warrior’s suggestion isn’t just a suggestion; it’s an excuse, and one that Hopepaw appreciates greatly. Nightdust offers to go with her, citing the need for fresh air, which is swiftly supported by Softsight. Maybe… maybe that’s all she needs, is some fresh air. A clear mind. The pale-furred warrior’s statement leaves little room for argument, because of course Softsight and Leafhusk and the rest of their clanmates will do their best not to let anything bad happen while Hopepaw is gone.

Roeflame’s presence is met with a delicate upturning of her muzzle, the faintest smile. It doesn’t matter whether or not her mother understands exactly why she’s nervous, because Roeflame will try to understand anyway. She leans into the careful touch of her mother’s nose, ears tilting as she considers the older molly’s question. "I don’t…" she flounders for a moment, searching for words that don’t come easily to a stiff tongue. "I don’t know. I just… worry?" The end of her sentence lilts upward, dangling on the edge of a question. But Roeflame’s assurance, the encouragement to stretch her legs, finally prompts a nod from the apprentice.

Her brother speaks up, and is met with warm amber eyes and a flicker of Hopepaw’s tail. Sunbathing sounds nice, but it would take too long. Her fur prickles at the idea of lying still, pleasantly sunbathing, while her family might be getting hurt back at camp. It’s unrealistic, she knows… but she can’t shake the uneasiness. She doesn’t look back to Braveheart until he suggests that she could find some petals for him to use in Doepaths nest. And Fallowbite’s nest, too, but the shaggy-furred warrior had shown itself to be scary and unfriendly when Skyclaw took over. It was just supposed to be pretending, but that doesn’t change how scary it had been. "Sure… yeah," she says with a small smile, though uncertainty is still painted across pale features. She looks up to Nightdust, gently stepping toward the camp’s entrance once again. "Let’s go, then. Are you ready? I bet… I bet I can find more moss than you."

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

• ooc: —
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• HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue (adopted by roeflame) ; sister to braveheart, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalpaw ; adoptive sister to beetlepaw, dovepaw, littlepaw
  ⊱ mentored by lovelight
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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