IT’S NOT SOMEBODY WHO’S SEEN THE LIGHT ✶ scarletpaw

[SQUIRRELSONG]

Well, her attempt at a heroic rescue had quickly gone terribly wrong. Figured, given Squirrelpaw's luck with things like this in the past. So far, she had only proven to be good at climbing, which was a useless skill for a Thunderclanner. She should've put a little more effort into her battle training; it was a mistake she would immediately rectify once she was released from the medicine den.

Currently resting in her temporary nest amidst a sea of injured bodies, Squirrelpaw felt a wave of relief as she looked around. None of her clanmates had perished, a stark contrast to the fate of some Shadowclan and Riverclan cats. This, perhaps, was the best-case scenario, a glimmer of hope in the face of overwhelming odds.

With a deep sigh, the dual-toned apprentice dropped her head back, her boredom palpable. The sight of Gentlestorm and Hopepaw bustling about the den did little to alleviate her restlessness. However, the return of her voice was a small comfort, allowing her to break the silence that often descended over them all. And with leafbare arriving early, there was a chance she might be released from her 'prison' sooner than expected, a prospect that brought a flicker of longing.

Her idle musings were cut short when a familiar dark figure entered the den, likely stopping by to receive treatment for her own wounds. Despite her disastrous intervention, Scarletpaw had still gotten hurt during the battle, as did everyone else. But they were alive. Scarletpaw was alive, so it was worth it.

"Hey," she rasped hesitantly, unsure of where they stood now. Were they still rivals? Did they hate each other? It felt strange to suddenly consider the tortoiseshell a friend just because they'd fought alongside each other. But maybe…? "You okay?" Inwardly, she prepared for a verbal spar, but at least that would mean things were normal between them.

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• [ @Scarletpaw ]

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  SQUIRRELPAW ✶ she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons
  ⭃ lh blue torbie with low white and green eyes // slender but fluffy
  ⭃ single, bisexual, crushing on no one // flamestar x flycatcher
  ⭃ sister to bugpaw, ravenpaw, sunpaw, falconheart and stormfeather
  ⭃ mentored by lightflower // adoptive sister to sparrowpaw
  ⭃ peaceful powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots

 

[Scarletpaw]

Scarletpaw steps into the medicine den on tense limbs, her paws still sore from the battle, though none of her wounds were serious enough to keep her from her day to day duties. Mostly just some minor scratches given to her by that damned RiverClan apprentice. Her eyes quickly scan the den, lingering for a moment on the more heavily injured cats who lay in their nests, before realizing Gentlestorm isn't in here. Guess I'll have to come back later. She begins to turn away, but eyes on her catch her attention. Her heart beats faster when her gaze lands on Squirrelpaw. Oh, great.

The blue torbie's voice breaks the silence first. The apprentice hesitates for a heartbeat before moving closer, wincing slightly as her own injuries twinge. She glances at her peer's bandaged neck and makes a grimace with her face. That could have been her. "I'm fine," Scarletpaw mutters, her voice lacking much emotion. She can still taste the lingering fear from the battle, the terror that had gripped her when she thought she'd lose against Pinepaw, and then again when she thought her really annoying denmate was gone. Maybe it's foolish. She loathes the girl. But she can't deny now that they share an unspoken bond formed through the experience. "You, uh, look better than I thought you would." Her voice wavers slightly, but she quickly steels herself. She can't show weakness, especially not to Squirrelpaw.

A snarky remark should have followed. It was what they did. They were rivals, after all. But Scarletpaw's tongue feels heavy in her mouth, weighed down by an unfamiliar sense of respect. It confuses her, but she doesn't dwell on it long. Instead, she just gives a small, almost sheepish shrug, as if to brush off her own thoughts. "Guess I owe you one."
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