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She stares, dumbfounded, at the boy before her — not a mirage, and not just a memory, either — not dead alongside her mother, not bloody and buried. Slate is alive.
"Slate," Ashpaw finds herself repeating, as he explains himself — though she knows he's a 'paw now, too, like her — he's always just been Slate, in her memories. Him and Gravel —
And Gravel is alive, too, both of them WindClan apprentices — Ashpaw shudders and swallows back bile because how did that happen? How could they have — how? Someplace so awful — joy and dread mixing and mingling in her stomach. She's gonna throw up.
Slatepaw's explanation doesn't make things any better.
Lynxtooth. Father.
"Father," Ashpaw repeats, entirely numb. "Father?"
Their father. The man who hurt Adelaide and gave all three babies fever coats, that's what Silverfoot said. Someone cruel and cunning that they had to be kept away from, at all costs — that father?
"You can't be serious," she says weakly. "You — and Gravel — and father? No, no, no — do you know what he did to mom — "
Her voice is higher pitched now, frantic. "Is he — does he do that to you? Are you okay?" She notes, now, the way Slatepaw's condition seems ... less than ideal. She'd assumed he must've been at the raid or something, led along by WindClan warmongers, but oh god. What if — ?
"Lynxtooth," she tests the name out on her lips. "He — he's in WindClan. Oh my god. Is he here ?"
What surges up within her is a kind of protective rage that she's never imagined feeling for a WindClanner. But this isn't a ... a real WindClanner, right? This is her brother. This is Slate, he doesn't... he isn't like them.
"Slate," Ashpaw finds herself repeating, as he explains himself — though she knows he's a 'paw now, too, like her — he's always just been Slate, in her memories. Him and Gravel —
And Gravel is alive, too, both of them WindClan apprentices — Ashpaw shudders and swallows back bile because how did that happen? How could they have — how? Someplace so awful — joy and dread mixing and mingling in her stomach. She's gonna throw up.
Slatepaw's explanation doesn't make things any better.
Lynxtooth. Father.
"Father," Ashpaw repeats, entirely numb. "Father?"
Their father. The man who hurt Adelaide and gave all three babies fever coats, that's what Silverfoot said. Someone cruel and cunning that they had to be kept away from, at all costs — that father?
"You can't be serious," she says weakly. "You — and Gravel — and father? No, no, no — do you know what he did to mom — "
Her voice is higher pitched now, frantic. "Is he — does he do that to you? Are you okay?" She notes, now, the way Slatepaw's condition seems ... less than ideal. She'd assumed he must've been at the raid or something, led along by WindClan warmongers, but oh god. What if — ?
"Lynxtooth," she tests the name out on her lips. "He — he's in WindClan. Oh my god. Is he here ?"
What surges up within her is a kind of protective rage that she's never imagined feeling for a WindClanner. But this isn't a ... a real WindClanner, right? This is her brother. This is Slate, he doesn't... he isn't like them.
—— " i found gold in the wreckage "
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@slatepaw so sorry it took forever!! tryna get back on top of stuff
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- 7 month old orange tabby with green eyes
- apprenticed to lead warrior willowroot
- crushing hard on iciclepaw
- happy-go-lucky, mischievous, hardworking
- very friendly, but defensive of riverclan!
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- disclosed being abused by spiderfall, who was exiled & who then killed her best friend pumpkinpaw
- temporarily apprenticed to npc pebbleskip due to willowroot moving into the nursery
- benched for a few weeks at smokethroat's request after a training incident; mainly stays in camp and helps with the kits or does chores
