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[LIONPAW]

A metaphorical stormcloud is tethered to Lionpaw's head, following the boy into camp as he returns from the hunting patrol empty-jawed. His attempts at securing a catch at Snakerocks had been foiled due to a literal slip-up. His paw pad was scratched and slowly oozing with crimson; ultimately nothing major but still worthy of him being sent back to camp. Mousebrain. Lionpaw insults himself for making a mistake. Just when he thought he was improving at hunting, something had to happen.

Fluffy tail wilted like a dying flower, the chocolate torbie point trudged to the entrance of the medicine den and tilted his head, blue eyes searching the darker space for a familiar form of red and white. Fireflyglow was not in camp at the moment, as he was out scouting for herbs, so he hadn't a choice but to consult the senior healer. "Hey, Dawnglare?" The longhaired apprentice mews.

When the large two-toned form finally comes into view, Lionpaw twitches a whisker uncomfortably. He's never interacted with the medicine cat too much as he always let his own brother tend to his minor injuries. "I scraped my paw on a rock while I was huntin' today." Lionpaw explains with a certain hesitance, thin pupils searching Dawnglare's features for any signs of irritation or dismay. The older cat was intimidating, admittedly. He had snapped at Slate, of all cats, a few days ago and drove the warrior out of the den. "Could you look at it...?" Maybe Dawnglare would simply dress his small scrape and send him on his way.

𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✹ . + 　 　˚ 　　　　 · 　 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃

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  an apprentice of skyclan, lionpaw is nine moons and is mentored by crowsight. he is the son of doeblaze and blazestar. an amalgamation of his parents, lionpaw exhibits splashes of ginger and chocolate tabby patterns against a thick, longhaired cream pelt.　✦

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[DAWNGLARE]

It is not by any will of his own that he recognizes the voice. Idle chattering through camp, the titter of a snake in sheepskin, that is what he knows, by Lionpaw's name — Through the name of any within his misfortunate brood. So far, Dawnglare has avoided the sullying of his name on any of their wretched tongues. So much as the cry for Fireflyglow and Fireflyglow alone made his skin crawl, their very existence made his stomach roll in waves. Dawnglare had taken the silver-studding, had made himself rejoice in their paths so far never crossing... but oh, it ends here with a paltry scrape of the paw.

Instinct to serve draws him forward — something grave instilled by this one's very father. He regrets it the moment the apprentice lays their sky-swallowed eyes on them. The look this one would be met with is wide and uninviting — harkening his namesake without the narrowing of ice-blues. A velvet-spine is lightly ruffled. A plume tail sets about an irate twitch. Oh, Dawnglare finds comfort in Lionpaw's lack thereof. A mistake of a child, they ought to bear the same weight their father had put on him. Did they deserve it? Perhaps not precisely but a price need not be fair to still be his to pay.

His steps toward him are slow, and here Dawnglare decides: if he would be forced to look upon him, he would pick apart all that is wrong with him in the same glimpse. It is not straightforward, no... Lionpaw may be regarded by him as a cat would its prey. With a tick of the face he denotes where he would like to first dig in. Where his claws would pierce, what his teeth would snap. It is not any meal he would thank the stars for. No, he's certain the taste would revolt him.

" And if I didn't? " at last, he says. He dips close to the apprentice, and perhaps it may imply examination — but he cares none for the scrape at his paws. No, Dawnglare will see nothing but them if they force their maggot-face upon him such sickening insistence. Something between a grimace and a smile twitches its crooked way upon his face. " Tell me... Lionpaw, " venom-drenched word. " If I cared — cared none for your little... nick... would your father have my throat? "​

 

[LIONPAW]

Lionpaw feels his heart sink into his stomach as he is finally regarded by the senior medicine cat through an icy gaze that is devoid of reassurance and warmth. The way that Dawnglare analyzes his features, mentally picking them apart like crowfood, is offputting for the apprentice. Lionpaw decides that it was much more comforting to meet the scarred, blinded hues of his older brother than to be perceived by Dawnglare's glare.

The medicine cat's response catches the chocolate torbie point off guard as he challenges Lionpaw's simple request. "Huh...?" His ears begin to dip back, an uneasy frown morphing onto his maw. They hadn't done anything to upset the healer, had they?

Ice runs cold through Lionpaw's veins as anxiety grips them; it feels similar to when Skyclaw had them pinned under his claws, though this time, Dawnglare has Lionpaw pinned under his scrutinizing gaze. The medicine cat's inquiry is strange, only causing the apprentice to stammer nervously in an attempt to answer the "right" thing, "I... I'm not sure, uh...." The torbie averts his eyes for a moment, resisting the urge to turn around and slip away right then and there. "I don't think so...?" What in the world was he talking about? Blazestar was dead, both of them knew that.

Honestly, the apprentice regrets having ever come to Dawnglare for help. The red-hued tom was of no help at all but was instead asking him cryptic questions. "So, uhm, y'don't wanna look at it, then?" Lionpaw mews as he shifts his paws uncomfortably. It would be fine if not. He'd just ask Fireflyglow later, or just... deal with the scrape himself.

𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✹ . + 　 　˚ 　　　　 · 　 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃

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  an apprentice of skyclan, lionpaw is nine moons and is mentored by crowsight. he is the son of doeblaze and blazestar. an amalgamation of his parents, lionpaw exhibits splashes of ginger and chocolate tabby patterns against a thick, longhaired cream pelt.　✦

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