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CUZ I DONT REALLY LIKE ANYBODY
His time was seldom his own, anymore. It belonged to the the elders, to the queens, to Thistleback. He had loathed it in the beginning, had dug his heels in and pulled back on his leash every step of the way, just enough to let them know that he wasn't some dog to be dragged and ordered about. He'd go silent on them, refusing to answer his mentor with anything outside of vague shrugs and grunts, every met gaze little more than an icy stare meant to cut like a knife.
The days had turned to weeks though, and the more of them that crept by the more Quill found himself adapting to it all. He began to wake up early on his own, no longer in need of the harsh wakeup calls from his mentor. The clumsiness from his growth spurt as gone, trained away by the climbing, sparring, and hunting sessions he was made to undergo. Even his patience was growing, the long days spent reinforcing walls or changing out nests as some cat he barely knew droned on about nonesense sloly building up a tolerance in him to the mindless chatter of others, finding he zoned out a little less these days when others were talking to him. Even his overall performance was improving, his climbing, hunting, and sparring all proving him to be not just competent, but maybe even skilled. He'd caught a lot of prey this winter, had held his own in the treee sparring against Sheepcurl, and even managed to reach a height in Tallpine that had Thistleback himself singing the raven tabbys praise. If any of it felt good, Quill made sure to keep it to himself.
Whatever time didn't belong to the elders, queens, or his mentor though, belonged to Twitchpaw.
Ever since Twitch had forgiven him for hurting that other apprentice, Quill had essentially become a second shadow to the shorter tomcat, following him around like some kind of lost puppy- only Quill wasn't lost. He was exactly where he wanted to be, even if half the time the two of them ended up doing shit all. And that was fine with him. The mere presence of the other as enough of a silent reasurrance that they were still good, that Twitch hadn't gone back on his forgiveness. For whatever reason, he still preferred their company to the others, and while he'd admittedly grown something of a friendship with many of the other cats his age- fireflypaw and bananapaw in particular- he almost never initiated their hangout sessions, never sought them out just to follow them around or sit in silence with them.
Twitch seemed to be the only exception to said rule.
They weren't in camp for once, the snow having stopped long enough for the pair to duck out of camp and into the woods beyond. Just walking. Sometimes it was nice to get away from the noise and crowds, and after the snowfall confining them to camp for a while due to the storms, it was actually kind of nice to stretch his legs and get some fresh air.
"I officially hate snow." he sighed as, for the third time, he stumbled over a hidden tree root or some rock that the snow was concealing, breaking the silence that sat between them. Well, silent save from the soft noises that seemed to always be coming from Twitchpaw, though Quill had long since regarded them as normal and delagated them to the 'background ambiance' section of his mind.
skyclan - male - 10 months - bisexual - homoromantic - single - very tall tabby tomcat with broad shoulders
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