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SILVERTHORN

SILVERTHORN

The Broken Youth
Dec 30, 2022
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ALL NIGHT GAMER​
//please wait for @sunflowerpaw !

"He's so cool! From being raised to be a warrior, who fought against vicious predatory birds, to becoming the medicine cat who can heal the wounded and cure the sick- Hey! Are you still listening! Well, anyway, just how amazing is Vulturemask! We could stand to learn a thing or two from him." Silverpaw paced to and fro as he excitedly shared all that he had come to learn as of late about the resident medicine cat to his unfortunate captive, Sunflowerpaw. The ex-kittypet hadn't really paused to consider whether the other cat wished to speak, or was simply quiet by nature. The less interruptions to his fawning the better, as far as he was concerned. In fact, it was perhaps the most he had ever talked since fighting his way into WindClan's ranks. But like any living creature he needed to pause for a breather sooner or later, which he was now doing as he slumped to the ground with a wheeze. "So... how much do you know about Vulturemask?"
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( ❁ ) Sunflowerpaw listens with rapt attention as Silverpaw speaks, eyes wide and ears perked. They've been here a little while, now, listening to the fellow apprentice gush about their half-brother. He doesn't seem inclined to let them speak; it would certainly be rude, were they another cat, but Sunflowerpaw far prefers silence to speaking, prefers listening to telling, so they make quite the perfect audience for Silverpaw's rambling. They know most of it, of course, expert on all things Vulturemask that they are. The bit about predatory birds is quite interesting -- is that how he got the scars? They'd love to hear more, but Silverpaw quickly moves on, words bubbling out in an over-excited stream. They'll have to ask Vulturemask about that later... When Silverpaw asks if they're listening, they nod jerkily, switching back from their thoughts of scars to watching the apprentice pace.

Silverpaw's pause comes as a surprise to Sunflowerpaw -- it seemed as though he could have kept talking forever. Oh well. He falls to the ground, and they lean forward, head cocked as they look at him.

...Is he okay? Should they get Vulturemask? He's soon speaking again though, so he must be fine. "So... how much do you know about Vulturemask?" he asks, and Sunflowerpaw is almost offended at the question. Well, if he was telling them about Vulturemask, it does stand to reason that he wouldn't know, but truly the answer should be obvious: "Everything," the apprentice says simply, offering no further elaboration. Its untruth seems to not even register to them, despite having just discovered a blind spot in their knowledge. They are confident in their answer, in their Vulturemask-related expertise. Ironic, considering they don't even know of their own relation to him.​
 
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How curious it is, to catch wind of such devoted speech. It reminds him briefly of his own youth, when he had looked to the warriors of his colony with awe. Some of them had mastered skills that he even now could not make sense of. The ease with which they tracked prey through rocky outcroppings, or how well they would build shelters within the throes of a blizzard. With time, he had picked up what he could. Some of it he had even carried with him here. But now that he made his home upon WindClan's moors, knowledge seems...distant, and strange. It is the apprentices that spend their moons in fast-paced learning, and he that is meant to teach. Even without one to name as his own (knowledge which grates faintly against his ribs when looking upon Sunflowerpaw), he taught as best he could.

But even then, he could not help but ache for the days of learning. There must be a great deal here that he could come to understand, if only he would ask. Vulturemask, however, was not one such creature. From his time as a warrior to who he was now, the dark tom had been an uncomfortable enigma within Sunstride's mind. With his strange knowledge of herbs and wounds, there was no longer any hope of understanding between them. Perhaps that would suit him just fine. When he hears Silverpaw's wheezing question, he is startled to ask the same of himself. What do I know about Vulturemask? Nothing. Next to nothing. And so his curiosity is sparked. He does not mean to interrupt them so terribly, but the tall warrior is far from an unimposing figure. "What has he done to catch your attention so?" the lead warrior asks, lightly curious. His whiskers twitch with laughter. "What might you learn from him now?"
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﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤
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  • SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
    —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
    —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
    —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.

    sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
  • "speech"
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He winds forward through Suntride's legs, pausing to peer around a bengaled limb at Sunflowerkit-no-Sunflowerpaw listening to Silverpaw speak. Silverpaw was probably why he didn't talk; had taken all the world's worth of words himself like the greedy apprentice he was, not sharing a single syllable with Petalkit. Terribly rude. The kitten sits, sheltered in the larger form of the lead warrior and content to merely stare from one cat to the next with obvious interest lit in each sky blue eye.
Vulturemask was scary. Not that he could voice as much nor contribute to the discussion. But the mention of the black-furred healer made his own lilac pelt prickle with unease. He was so mean at times, constantly scowling and all of those scars made him a grizzled sight to behold. Maybe he was nice deep down, but Petalkit didn't want to dig for it, he shouldn't have to. All cats should be nice to one another. WindClan cats were the best kind of cats, he decided, so there was no reason to dislike one another. He liked most all of the cats even if they crossed him as odd. Silverpaw, for example, spoke a lot and strangely and had an aura about him that crossed the kitten as something he should be cautious of. He didn't know why, but Petalkit had never not trusted his instincts before. Sunflowerpaw, they were fine. Lovely even. He liked listening to them speak, their tone was a gentle and friendly one; sort of like Sunstride as well who had a nice voice but there was very obviously authority to it. If Petalkit had to listen to the older cats, he had to listen to cats like Sunstride twice as much. He would even listen to Vulturemask, despite how scary he was, because even if he made Petalkit uneasy he was supposed to be their medicine cat and was important. So he would need to learn to be on his good side or he might not get to be healed if something bad happened!
The kitten raised at the warrior's question from where he perched under him, slammed it down on the ground to pick bits of grass up between his toes and he mimed eating them to answer.
Vulturemask knew about plants. What good that did anyone else, he had no idea, but he knew that was important for when cats got hurt so it was good enough for him. He hoped he never had to eat them though, they looked gross.

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ALL NIGHT GAMER​
The response from Sunflowerpaw had Silverpaw sitting bolt upright again as he fixed them with a confused stare. He didn't quite catch on to what they meant by that, though admittedly Silverpaw hadn't even come to realise that there was a family connection between both Vulturemask and Sunflowerpaw. In the end he was still working from only a few fragments of information that he had gathered, but he lacked the full picture. "What do you even mean by that?" He queried as he leaned in towards them for a moment before finally pulling back.

Slowly his gaze shifted to that of Sunstride and he took a moment to look the lead warrior up and down, admittedly with a hint of disinterest. "I got to meet him the other day, he was really neat. I liked the way he talked, unlike the bird-brat that had been in the den that day." Even now he still felt smug over standing up for Vulturemask that day, and a part of him craved more attention like that from the odd tom. "Maybe I could learn to fight and heal from him, or learn about the herbs and poisons." If given half a chance he'd probably prefer to spend all day with the dark furred tom, picking up on every habit and replicating it in an idolising way.

Movement from beneath Sunstride however caused a low growl to echo in his throat as he locked his sights on Petalkit. Though the flash of aggression was brief and he shifted his focus back to that of Sunflowerpaw as he searched for further answers from them.
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( ❁ ) Silverpaw's question surprises Sunflowerpaw. What do they mean by that? They know he's new here, but come on, it's pretty obvious... Isn't it? They suppose he wouldn't know that Vulturemask brought them to WindClan, but that still isn't a proper explanation... Snowfeather nursed them, yet they don't know everything about her. And they admittedly haven't been spending as much time with him as before he became a medicine cat.

There's a slight furrow to Sunflowerpaw's brow as they consider the question. What do they mean, by that? Why is it that Vulturemask is different from all the other cats, why have they tailed him since kithood? Well, he was always spending time with them and their siblings, always keeping them safe. So, they'd grown curious as to why, dedicated themself to understanding the strange cat. And now, they feel confident that they've come to an answer, that they know all there is to know about Vulturemask. He's... "Like a brother," they settle on eventually, not meeting Silverpaw's gaze. It's okay if the other apprentice doesn't understand, they're satisfied with their answer.

Sunstride gets little attention from Sunflowerpaw; they like the lead warrior, but they've already given their answer once, and Silverpaw seems far more inclined to tell of his own interest in Vulturemask. Instead, they find themself drawn to the kit that follows after him. Petalkit! Always a welcome face, though Silverpaw does not seem to agree. At his growl, they draw closer to Petalkit, tail winding protectively over his back, hovering so that it just brushes his fur. They cast a wary glance at Silverpaw. Hopefully their own familiar actions with the kit will placate him, they don't want things to escalate. Sunflowerpaw watches Petalkit mime eating herbs, gives an eager nod. Exactly, they think, seeing no reason to explain the obvious meaning to anyone else there.​
 
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ALL NIGHT GAMER​
Like a brother.
The statement rattled around in Silverpaw's head as he returned his focus to Sunflowerpaw. Just what did the other mean by that? For the longest while he felt perplexed, but slowly it began to dawn on him. The realisation caused his eyes to widen. "Br-brother? I guess that explains a lot. I didn't realise Vulturemask had family here." It wasn't like he knew his own family. His mother and siblings were just a brief part of life, ones that had been removed early on. Maintaining such closeness was rather foreign to him in truth.

The ex-kittypet however does find himself wrinkling his nose when Sunflowerpaw sends him a wary expression and expresses protectiveness towards the young Petalkit. Silverpaw guesses he might have been a tad harsh, but it's too late now to take it back. He merely ushered a sigh as he reclined back on his haunches in a more relaxed posture.
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