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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ Hopekit isn’t like the other kits. Neither is Coalkit. Even though he’s too young to think deeply into it, he can tell already that he and his darker-furred littermate are much different from the other kits they share their nest with at night. Littlekit, Dovekit, and Beetlekit have two parents in Roeflame and Burnstorm—and Coalkit and Hopekit have none. Of course, Roeflame has nursed them and is certainly something of a mother to the little lilac tom, but she isn’t Bravepaw, Cardinalpaw, and Hazepaw’s mom. She isn’t the mom who died giving birth to him, who he’s been told about by Roeflame and various older clanmates. But he hasn’t heard about either Leopardtongue or Batwing from anyone who really knew what they were like as parents. He hasn’t ever asked his trio of older siblings what they were like.

The kit waits for the perfect moment before he strikes, his face set into its usual frown as he approaches the three apprentices. He doesn’t know what they’re doing—apprentice things, he supposes—but doesn’t question whether they have time for him. They’ll… they’ll make time. With a flicker of his fluffy tail, the kit sits down harshly in front of the three toms.

His expression shifts to something nervous, expectant, as he looks up at his brothers. "Can you tell me… about our mom and dad?" Unlike his older siblings, who surely have to experience grief over the loss of their parents each day, Hopekit is… different. He hasn’t truly lost anything, has he? He didn’t know them—he only knows Roeflame’s motherly care, and the companionship of littermates who don’t share his blood but see him as a brother all the same. It’s all difficult for a kit to wrap his mind around, but in the way that he’s able to understand it, Hopekit manages to feel guilty about asking. "You don’t… have to if you don’t want," he adds lamely, scraping a pale paw absently through the dirt. Before him now lies a small drawing, a series of lines in the approximate shape of a cloud. Fluffy. He wonders if Leopardtongue’s fur would have felt like a cloud…


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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ "-but then the wind started blowing upwind! I was doing so good, too, but it caught my scent and ran off." Bravepaw was loudly retelling his unfortunate failure in stalking a pigeon that morning to his siblings, paws idly kneading against the damp bit of moss he collected for Gentlestorm's den. Cardinalpaw and Hazepaw hadn't said much as they huddled together and chatted away, but that was okay, because the tom had plenty to say to fill up the silence.

Hopekit's arrival is unexpected but he doesn't brush off his little brother, instead making room for the spot he had taken in front of them. "Hi Hopekit! Where's Coalkit?" Bravepaw questioned with a kind purr, about to go looking for him when Hopekit spoke up. He shared a glance with Cardinalpaw and Hazepaw, wondering if any of them wanted to speak up first. Cardinalpaw was quiet, weirdly quiet, when their littler siblings were around. Hazepaw might say something, but it doesn't look all too excited to share anything.

Bravepaw's tail twitched over his paws and he shoved the moss to Cardinalpaw to work on instead, taking the lead for Hopekit.

"Well, there is a lot about them! From before we were even born, actually." The chocolate rosette began, wondering where to even start. He mulled over the many stories his mother and father shared with them, trying to go back as far as his memory allowed. "Batwing and Leopardtongue were friends for a really long time. Before ThunderClan was ThunderClan, in fact! Batwing said they didn't talk for a while after the Great Battle but then a big sickness spread over all five Clans and they became friends again during that."

He thought of Berryheart, briefly. The medicine cat that helped keep his mother and, subsequently all of them alive during that time. "Batwing went on a big journey to get the cure for it. Leopardtongue actually got sick while he was gone, when we were still in her belly. It was really dangerous, he had to go all the way up to the mountains! But it didn't scare him. I don't think anything scared Batwing." If he ever was, he was really good at hiding it.

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  BRAVEPAW — HE/HIM ･ 7 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby/blue tabby chimera with deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that has started to grow into long, wispy curls. Developing into an awkward stage of kitten uglies as the rest of his body grows and changes. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

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[CARDINALPAW]

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Frankly, Cardinalpaw was perfectly content to merely sit and listen when it came to his siblings, and it seemed Hazepaw didn't mind either. Bravepaw was happy to talk, and so he would be happy to listen, because that was what you did when your brother talked. And he actually was listening, rather attentively, despite the way his gaze seemed to drift elsewhere, ears panning around at each little sound of their clanmates moving around the camp. He hears Hopekit approach before he sees him, before he diverts his attention from Bravepaw to the little lilac kit - no, his little sibling - and his gaze stays on him when Bravepaw glances at him, posing a question that would not be answered, seen out of the corner of his eye.

Part of him knew that Bravepaw had noticed his strangeness around their younger siblings, but it was a gut feeling - one that settled in his bones unconsciously that he didn't care to actually acknowledge unless it reached a point where his brother spoke to him about it. If he were concerned, he would, and until then, things were the way that they were. The little tom stays seated firmly in his spot, though his shoulders stiffen, pull in closer to shrink himself further. You don't have to if you don't want. But he was their sibling, and he had a right to know about their parents. The question still brought to the surface his grief which he had failed to process appropriately, and he does not want to talk about them, and selfishly almost doesn't want to hear about them. The rosetted tabby passes Cardinalpaw the moss, and he stares at it for something to look at other than the big curious, nervous eyes of Hopekit, the shades of green coalescing into one, a bright Greenleaf shade that called to mind the image of their mother's eyes. He only half hears what Bravepaw says, and can only bring himself to add on a few words, remembering the return to camp - remembering his clanmates' words. "No, nothing did," he murmurs,

Batwing saved his clan. He is a hero.
Batwing drew the wolves over the gorge. He sacrificed himself so that we could all live. "Nothing did."

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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ Bravepaw asks him where Coalkit is, and the little lilac tom shrugs. "Somewhere." His brother isn’t his responsibility to keep track of, is he? Hopekit isn’t a queen, that’s Roeflame’s job. Although now Hopekit is curious as to where the other little tom has gone. He tries to at least keep an eye on his littermate, but at the same time he isn’t a warrior and doesn’t have the patience to follow Coalkit around all the time. And right now, he doesn’t want to anyway. He wants to hear about his parents—the father he never would have met, and the mother who he could have met if only things had gone differently.

His big brother starts telling him about their parents, and the way that they’d become mates. The kit can't even begin to imagine how long ago it was, if they had been friends before ThunderClan was ThunderClan. It was so long ago, wasn’t it? He isn’t sure how old his parents were, but they would have been much younger when the clan was first formed. His attention is drawn back in by his brother’s mention of a dangerous journey—and of course Batwing had gone on that journey. He’d gone all the way into the mountains, which Hopekit has only ever heard of, but he wasn’t even scared!

"Batwing sounds so cool," he murmurs. "I’m not scared of anything, either." I can be just like him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he recognizes that it’s a silly thought, but Hopekit wishes that he could just be an apprentice already, so he could start his training and be as good as Batwing by the time he receives his warrior name. He could follow in his father’s pawsteps… which reminds him of another question he has. "What did they look like?" He’s been told that Coalkit looks a lot like Batwing, but what about Hopekit? Does he look just like Leopardtongue?​

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[CARDINALPAW]

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He doesn't think about the fact that Hopekit may be asking because he's hoping that he looks like Leopardtongue. Judging by how Cardinalpaw looks, that was never one of his concerns - he looks like Coalkit, and both of them look like Batwing. Bravepaw more or less looks like Leopardtongue, and Hopekit.. was unique. For whatever reason, Hopekit's remark makes his whiskers twitch a little, a touch of an emotion he can't quite articulate, but that he doesn't like. Looking down at his younger brother, face twisted almost in a grimace, stern, he shakes his head. HIs father was a hero for his bravery and his fearlessness, but at the same time, he can't stand to think that that same fearlessness might one day be his brother's end. Far, far in the future. It hardens his heart. "There are things you should be scared of. It's ridiculous, being scared of nothing - he probably just didn't show it, that's all. You have to be at least a little scared, or else you won't remember to be careful, and you'll get yourself in trouble." He knows his words now contradict the previous, but he can't bring himself to imagine his brother in danger. His brows are still furrowed, jaw still set when he moves on, though his dark orange gaze softens somewhat. "Batwing.. Hazepaw and Coalkit look sort of like him. Bravepaw looks sort of like Leopardtongue."

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[ROEFLAME .]

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The moment Roeflame had taken Hopekit and Coalkit in, they had been raised the same as her own, shown the same love as the three she had birthed herself, but from the day their fragile little ears could hear, Roeflame had ensured they knew the legacy their two parents left behind, the virtues they stood for, the tabby queen raised all of her kits to remember and honor the deceased, but her stories of Leopardtongue and Batwing were often spoken with the focus on the two kittens they had left behind.
Stars, were the kits bright- good, just like they had been, and Roeflame hopes she is raising them in a way her star-laden clanmates would approve of. When Hopekit wanders, celadon hues lift, following the kittens bee-line to his brother with a content smile. The rosetted molly withholds her own approach, wanting to let Hopekit have his own moment with his brothers.
When her adoptive child asks about their appearance, Roeflame would finally make her way over, gait leisurely under the golden sun. ”Your mother had bright golden eyes, almost like yours.” The queen hums, nodding her head in greeting towards the two apprentices. Hopekit held a darker gaze than his mother’s sunshine, but the two shared the same warmth. ”Your parents were some of the best cats I have ever known, I see more of them in you and Coalkit every day.” Gentlestorm or the couples older children were more suitable to go into detailed stories, but Roeflame’s words were genuine, honest.

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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
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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ The kit is taken aback when Cardinalpaw seems to glare down at him. His brother’s gaze goes hard, brows furrowing, and Hopekit blinks in surprise. Why would being brave be a bad thing? "I won’t get in trouble," he protests, ears shifting to lie flat against his skull. It doesn’t make sense. He wants to be brave like Batwing, not afraid of anything! How is he going to be a big strong warrior if he’s afraid of stuff? His older sibling’s concerns are lost on Hopekit; he doesn’t understand, despite the explanation, why the dark-furred tom seems agitated.

Thankfully, Cardinalpaw turns to other matters before Hopekit is forced to linger on the concepts of bravery and carelessness. He says that Hazepaw and Coalkit look like Batwing, and Bravepaw looks like Leoprdtongue. But what about Hopekit? What about Cardinalpaw, too? The little lilac tom’s face falls, his expression a clear display of disappointment—but when he spots Roeflame heading their way, he attempts to school his face into an expression more calm and warrior-like. His milk-mother compares his eyes to Leopardtongue’s, something that tugs a small smile onto the kit’s face. His eyes… he can work with that. He can see his real mother’s eyes when he looks at his reflection, at least. And he can see his father when he looks at Coalkit. Is it possible to miss cats who he has never met? If so, Hopekit thinks he might miss them. "I wanna be like them when I grow up," he declares, ears perking up at Roeflame’s descriptions of his parents.​

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ Cardinalpaw echoed his agreement and he felt his pride swell in his chest. Their parents had truly been paragons to their lives, exemplary warriors that led with their hearts for ThunderClans prosperity. Bravepaw knew within his namesake that was all they ever wanted. To defend their home against anything that threatened its safety. Even though Leopardtongue had not died in battle or at a great sacrifice like their father, she had gifted ThunderClan with them. Him and all his siblings. They would continue the legacy that they left behind.

Hopekit's interest is encouraging in that regard. Does he ask, because he saw what grand potential their blood held? Because he wanted to journey to StarClan on a valiant path? Perhaps his namesake, though given by their uncle, would remedy the same as his.

Cardinalpaw went on to firmly place a boundary Bravepaw had once crossed between bravery and recklessness. The scars that line his pelt burn in a bit of shame, but he kept his chin high and nodded along. "It's not... always the best choice. Me and Foxpaw learned that well. You have to realize the time to be brave and the time to be safe." A fluffy tail flicked to curl close to his hind leg. Sunfreckle had been monumental to the realization for Bravepaw, with his father following suit only a few days later.

Hopekit doesn't seem quite content with the description of their parents not quite matching his. Luckily Roeflame's approach appeared to save the fall of disappointment. "Mama did have pretty eyes... Like sunshine, and honey! Maybe you'll get her fluffy coat like I me, too." He had shown signs quickly, hardly arched his third moon before his pelt began to form wispy curls.

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  BRAVEPAW — HE/HIM ･ 7 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that has started to grow into long, wispy curls. Developing into an awkward stage of kitten uglies as the rest of his body grows and changes. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

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