private I AM A MAN, HALF-HUMAN | basilpaw

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Since the fallen tyrant's extradition, of which his only release was death, the trees had quieted themselves. Whether they had silently mourned or cheered for Skyclaw could not be seen by Campionsong's mortal eyes - still, he sensed their stasis, suspended in honeyed time. He knew naught if they would ever return to how they were.

Campionsong wanted nothing more than to escape the tumult of the overturning of political spearheads, like a lumbering beast had adsorbed every thorn and twist from traversing through the deadfall, dragging with it the weals and woes of the world. Thunderclan was much like a large animal, of which every brandish and scar would fester upon its flesh and nestle itself upon the fur that would furl over it. The older warrior supposed that all groups were like this, just heaving and breathing things with mercurial temperaments and the propensity to destroy themselves at any given moment. He had finally found the time to take his son - now, apprentice - to train, and the woodlands seemed to preen themselves of all the umbrage of more terrible yesterdays, like a bird brushing away the grunge and the grime from its plumage. Washing away with the rainwater, the olden hours of the despot had filtered into the sunlight, and out through the morning vapors. Still, some resentment seemed to remain, much like one could never truly cleanse themselves of whatever dirt had marred it before. "So... Hunting, huh. Y'know, your old man was quite the hunter back in the day. I still am! Show me your best hunter's crouch." That was a bold-faced lie, but it wasn't like Basilpaw had been alive to contest it. Truthfully, he had likely been the worst hunter that even his grandparents had seen... He turned to his bright-eyed son, linden-and-sun pitches like his other parent's hues poked through his pelt, a bittersweet citrus taste to have to be instructing a child of his own blood. Fatherhood was one thing, but mentorship was a completely different field.

( @BASILPAW! )
 
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( 𖤓 ) eager paws carry the son after his father. through crackling undergrowth and along well trodden trails, the pair travel, soft conversation traded between them. there is a comfort now in the forest that has been missing for the past moon. the trees seem welcoming, beckoning in the new season with an undercurrent of greenish-gold, in contrast to their former looming presence. with the quieting of war comes the twittering songs of birds, the chittering of squirrels high in the oaks and maples that populate thunderclan’s home. watery sun warms the backs of the pair, seeping into cream and silver tabby the same. eyes of verdant fern glisten in the dappled light, a matching pair of father and son.

basilpaw feels a sense of security flooding his being that he has not felt since his nursery days. no longer is he cuddled next to wolfpaw, merlinpaw and sunnypaw in the crook of swiftdawn’s stomach, but he is exploring the forest with his dad. it fills him with the same kind of warmth. as campionsong speaks, he is met with fern-hued eyes the same shade of his own. “really?” he asks, awe filling his young face. “well i’m gonna be better than even you by the time i’m a warrior,” basilpaw promises this to himself, challenge sparking in his gaze.

his father requests he crouch, and the apprentice nods, giving himself some space. “hunter’s crouch… right,” he mumbles, lowering his lanky body into his best estimate at the thing. he’d been taught it briefly by well meaning apprentices back in kithood, so it isn’t the sloppiest thing in the world, but his tail lashes behind him in excitement, stirring the leaf-litter. his head lowers like a snake, body poised on narrow paws. after a few heartbeats he glances up at his mentor. “whaddaya think?”


  • // sorry for the late reply *cries* "#FAC966"
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  • BASILPAW 𖤓 HE / THEY, APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. MENTORED BY CAMPIONSONG. SIBLING TO MERLINPAW, WOLFPAW. 7 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
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    a cream ticked tabby with high white, and green eyes. a tall boy sporting a chaotically ruffled coat of pale cream tabby. darker ticked stripes flow down his fur, and band around his legs and face. his chest, stomach, muzzle, and most of his tail are white, and he has ferny-green eyes that sparkle with mischief.