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☀ . ° ✦ Bravepaw has never been scared of the authority of his Clan. He was not so outspoken like Foxpaw may have been in the face of their actions or words, but he did stand up for himself and challenge where he felt he might win the argument. It was easy when he was confronted about the way he still prayed for Fallowpaw after her disappearance. How he could never revoke his loyalty and hope for his friend, that StarClan wouldn't be so cruel as to deny mercy just because of birthright.
While the Gathering had concluded and Howlingstar had made the change official at home, Bravepaw felt every grueling hour with boring agony. There were only so many nests between him, his littermates, and Spiderlily's kits to clear. The elders had run out of stories to tell (and had begun to find his asking irritable), but he didn't want to look lazy, either. What else could he do? There wasn't enough space in the clearing of the ravine to feel comfortable and besides, there was nothing to really practice on either other than some old moss balls and sticks...
In his frustrations he knows Howlingstar is in her den. It's vacant from any of her lead warriors or new deputy, and his paws are moving before he has any words to say but all too suddenly, Bravepaw is there. A collection of curly, wispy fur that stood with paws still needing to be grown into and ears set too wide on his head. A kit in all things but name, as it had been put. Feelings he couldn't navigate on his own just yet, torn between shouting them so they did not spill over and being perceived as a bad child or keeping silent in favor of being seen as good and following his namesake.
The emotions that raged felt far bigger than him, and it took several moments of silence while they seethed and cooled as he stood in front of Howlingstar. His ears pinned flat, angled back and his tail twitching like an agitated serpent.
"... Are you mad at us?" Despite his question his own anger was clear in his voice. He didn't know where to place it or how, but the overwhelming insecurity of not being good enough was just as strong. "I don't... I don't like being stuck in camp. And doing all these chores it-it... Hmph." Bravepaw sharply turned his head away to blink away the tears forming in his eyes. He couldn't cry, crying wasn't being fearless.
"I had so much fun being outside of camp with Mister Sunfreckle. And now its all taken away and you- you don't have to watch all the leaders go do... leader stuff and laugh and leave you behind." His words are muddled by the rush of adrenaline and he can't reel them in enough to clear his head.
While the Gathering had concluded and Howlingstar had made the change official at home, Bravepaw felt every grueling hour with boring agony. There were only so many nests between him, his littermates, and Spiderlily's kits to clear. The elders had run out of stories to tell (and had begun to find his asking irritable), but he didn't want to look lazy, either. What else could he do? There wasn't enough space in the clearing of the ravine to feel comfortable and besides, there was nothing to really practice on either other than some old moss balls and sticks...
In his frustrations he knows Howlingstar is in her den. It's vacant from any of her lead warriors or new deputy, and his paws are moving before he has any words to say but all too suddenly, Bravepaw is there. A collection of curly, wispy fur that stood with paws still needing to be grown into and ears set too wide on his head. A kit in all things but name, as it had been put. Feelings he couldn't navigate on his own just yet, torn between shouting them so they did not spill over and being perceived as a bad child or keeping silent in favor of being seen as good and following his namesake.
The emotions that raged felt far bigger than him, and it took several moments of silence while they seethed and cooled as he stood in front of Howlingstar. His ears pinned flat, angled back and his tail twitching like an agitated serpent.
"... Are you mad at us?" Despite his question his own anger was clear in his voice. He didn't know where to place it or how, but the overwhelming insecurity of not being good enough was just as strong. "I don't... I don't like being stuck in camp. And doing all these chores it-it... Hmph." Bravepaw sharply turned his head away to blink away the tears forming in his eyes. He couldn't cry, crying wasn't being fearless.
"I had so much fun being outside of camp with Mister Sunfreckle. And now its all taken away and you- you don't have to watch all the leaders go do... leader stuff and laugh and leave you behind." His words are muddled by the rush of adrenaline and he can't reel them in enough to clear his head.
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- ooc: — @HOWLINGSTAR
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A Longhaired chocolate tabby/blue tabby chimera with deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that has started to develop curls. Paws that seem too big for his little body. Gradually growing into his ears.
