honey & glass / intro

[SORRELPAW]

The air was crisp and stung her throat as she breathed it in. The wind whipped at her pelt, ruffling short fur and chilling bone. Sorrelpaw shivered as she stirred in her newly constructed nest, dreams slowly fading back into reality, pulling her from the soft clutch of sleep. She rose from her nest, woven of grass and lined in rabbit fur for warmth, and stretched on legs still stubby from kittenhood. She was young, yes, but Sootstar appointed her apprentices young. Though her parents might worry, Sorrelpaw was glad to be out of the nursery. She had more freedom, and more opportunities. Most importantly, she could prove herself. She was no longer a helpless kit but a capable apprentice and she would become the best warrior someday, she hoped.

She watched quietly for a moment as pairs of apprentices and mentors went out on patrols for the morning. Her paws itched to join them, but she had yet to be assigned a mentor. Soon, hopefully, she thought, a small wave of doubt crashing over her before she shrugged it off and made her way toward the camp exit. She'd just have to make someone take her along with them. She'd never get a mentor if she just sat quietly in the background, withering away and falling behind in her training. She hurried towards the nearest cat who looked like they knew what they were doing. "You. You going on a patrol?" she asked. "Can I tag along?"

out of character information

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• ♡ SORRELPAW —— she/her, 3 moons, windclan apprentice.
  —— a small calico she-cat with yellow eyes.
  —— link to bio, toyhouse. penned by regina.

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[SOOTCHASER]

you. you going on a patrol?

sootpaw's ears swivel towards the voice, dragging his gaze away from the patrol's leader to regard... sorrelpaw, if he recalls correctly. one of the newest apprentices, if her young features are anything to judge by. a brow quirks, the older apprentice's detached expression unwavering. it's not his say as to whether or not she can come along; as much as he craves that power, he's still an apprentice.

there is a bitter taste on his tongue, and a minute clench of his jaw. he hates being perceived as a helpless child by his superiors. his warrior ceremony is only a moon away, but it seems so far from his reach still.

"really smart of you to ask a fellow apprentice instead of the patrol's head," sootpaw retorts coolly. "have you always been this intelligent? did you come out of the womb with a brain this sharp?" he's totally not bitter over his current rank's limitations. nope, not at all.​

 

[Galeforce]

↞ RACE THE WINDS

Galeforce could sympathise with Sorrelpaw. It was frustrating to be left behind when there was no mentor around to take you out. He remembered the days of pleading with warriors to take him along, of how often he had to sneak into the back of a patrol in order to get outside the camp. It hadn't been pleasant, nor all that long ago.

The tom was waiting for the patrol to head out under the instruction of the lead, but something else caught his attention and prompted him to look back over his fluffy shoulder. He could see Sootpaw addressing one of the younger apprentices. Sorrelpaw? Was that the name? Well, anyway, he wasn't best pleased with the way that Sootpaw spoke to the other. "Keep up that bitter attitude and you'll be made to harvest mouse bile for the next two moons." He warned as he puffed out his chest in order to make himself more imposing.

With hopefully the matter settled he then turned to look over at Sorrelpaw. "You mentioned that you wanted to join the patrol, right? You can come, just stick close and do as the warriors instruct. This will be a good learning experience."
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[Periwinklebreeze.]

IS IT OVER YET - CAN I OPEN MY EYES?​

periwinklepaw | 04 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff​

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Sometimes, peri wonders why his clanmates are like this. Watching with weary eyes as Sorrelpaw asks to join them, he gives a hesitant smile her way - he's still not the best at making friends, but he's at least polite. Unlike some cats. It seems sootpaws immediate reaction is to belittle the other apprentice, and he can feel his jaw spasm as he clenches his teeth. The handsome tom grates on his nerves - cocky simply because of who his parents were. He doesn't see what's so great about him - other than his pretty face. Flushing slightly in a strange mix of anger and embarrassment, he quickly cuts that line of thought - attention moving instead to galeforce who reprimands the tom. He doesn't have anything to add to that conversation, it's not his place. "Y-y-you can sti-ck with m-me-?" he offers the molly instead - uncertain. He's still learning too after all - he might be older but he'd only just gotten his ceremony too.

 

[SORRELPAW]

Her answer was a cruel one. Bitter words and a sour attitude. She wanted to cry, but before tears could even think about reaching her eyes, she blinked them away furiously and let anger replace the feeling of rejection. Her fur rose along her hackles and she pinned her ears flat against her skull. "Speak to me like that again and I'll carve your tongue out of your mouth with my claws - just sharpened them this morning," she hissed, said claws digging into the ground and churning up dirt. Really, there was nothing she could do against an almost-warrior. Sootpaw was much bigger than her, stronger, and more skilled. She hardly stood a chance, but she would not stand for disrespect.

Galeforce and Periwinkle saved her at that moment, thank StarClan, sparing her the humiliation of dealing such an idle threat. She gave them a grateful blink and scurried to the second one's side since he'd offered his partnership. "Thank you... Ready to go when you are," she said, her ears feeling hot. What a poor impression she'd made today. Fresh out of the nursery, berated by an older apprentice, and caught in a temperamental outburst by two other cats. Great start to your apprenticeship, Sorrelpaw, she thought bitterly, sharp eyes fixing Sootpaw in an angry glare. She dared him to say something, giving him a taunting smirk. She would give anything to watch him harvest mouse bile for the way he'd treated her.

out of character information

•  
• ♡ SORRELPAW —— she/her, 3 moons, windclan apprentice.
  —— a small calico she-cat with yellow eyes.
  —— link to bio, toyhouse. penned by regina.

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