pafp ITS THE END OF THE WORLD & TRAINING

[sparkspirit]

Weaselclaw had made training him seem effortless. The perfect truth of apprenticeship, without room for question or deviation. He trained the best — didn't he? A lead warrior under Sootstar, and Sootstar herself the founder of this clan. The greatest warrior they would ever have seen! Gifted by StarClan themselves, and their most devoted follower upon these lands. Does she even walk among them, now? She had given up on them in the end. Just like Sparkspirit himself had given up on her. His name, undeserved. His accomplishments, left to rot. Under Sunstar, he was nothing. Wasn't that what he'd wanted when he was young? His only desire had ever been to be equal, but the issue of equality is that it's meaningless. If everyone is exactly the same then none of them are important, and he– doesn't know what to do with that.

He had been entrusted with his first apprentice. Lakepaw, who was not the son of traitorous cats and was not too desperate to prove himself. So everything that he had learned from Weaselclaw: poof, like a cloud of smoke into the far atmosphere. He has nothing but a trial before him. They've been making do. He's still in the stage of apprenticeship where he must learn the territory, and so Sparkspirit has coaxed him up to the top of Outlook Rock. While his apprentice gets a moment to sit and catch his breath, Sparkspirit talks, gaze on the blackened expanse before them. "Some moons there will be birds nesting up here. Good prey, or a predator. You'll have to keep an eye out for that; I don't want to explain to Wolfsong why a hawk carried you off." It's meant to be a joke, if a poor one, but the warrior's smile falters a little bit. "It's a bird's eye view though, isn't it? What do you see out there?"

𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘋𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐  ･｡ﾟ  🗲  ╱╱ 02.13.2023 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘚𝘈𝘠 ˊˎ＜

• OOC. please wait for @Lakepaw. !!
• 🗲　　. 　 ˚　.  SPARKSPIRIT. HE - HIM - HIS. 17 MOON OLD MOOR RUNNER OF WINDCLAN. VERY LOYAL TO HIS CLAN. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ————
  
  
  ——  a trim mock tortoiseshell tom with mostly black fur splashed with the occasional patch orange. he has a singular white mark on the back of his neck shaped similarly to a lightning strike, and a small scar across the bridge of his nose. his eyes are a shocking electric blue.
  

  ✦ ECHOLIGHT x ELMBREEZE. ADOPTED BY YEWBERRY. BRIGHTFAM, BUT SOMEWHAT ESTRANGED DUE TO HIS LOYALTY TO WINDCLAN. ————————

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[Lakepaw.]

[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] In truth, Lakepaw hadn't been sure who he would get to be his mentor, he knew it wouldn't be a tunneler but that was about it. However, he wasn't expecting to get someone who was trained underneath Sootstar's most loyalist cat there was-Weaselclaw. He was sure he heard stories about the tom from the older cats but even then they were like a ghost, Lakepaw being lucky to never be born during such a time of Sootstar's reign, never to know her loyalists and as such why should that matter as to who Sparkspirit's mentor had been before this moment?

Lakepaw angled his head slightly when the two were ontop of the outlook rock seeing the scorched and scarred land while the other explained that in a few moons time there could possibly be birds up here predator or prey, something he'll note with a nod, to keep in mind in the future. Both bi-color eyes then look back sown towards the land before him as he scanned the vast land around him while continously tilting his head to try and get a full view of everything. "The damage that... the fire did, and..." a frown peered on his lips as he tried to find more things that surrounded them and he looked slightly up with a frown "the...thunderpath...too, as well as I think the river?" he asked looking back over at the tom to see if he had been missing anything of importance.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Somewhere beyond the broken lullabies ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Lakepaw ❊ AMAB, He/Him, Apprentice of Windclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ LH Rosette Lynx Minx with low white and bi-color eyes, blind in left eye
  ⭃ NPC X NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost feels almost as aimless as Sparkspirit does. Her mentor had been Sootstar herself—her mother, her leader—and now she is a ground soldier with a tumultuous past. Guilt-heavy green eyes sweep toward the warrior’s burnished black coat before they fall onto her apprentice. “Let us go and see what they are looking at,” she mews to the younger cat, ascending the stony slope in a few bounding steps.

She’s just in time to hear Sparkspirit advise Lakepaw not to be carried off by a hawk. An ear twitches, and she murmurs, “We should all be so lucky.” She wonders if Sparkspirit’s protégé is giving him as hard of a time as Brackenpaw is giving her. Likely not—she still hasn’t discovered how to instill fear into her apprentice, as her mother and mentor would have wanted.

Lakepaw lists off what he can see, and Bluefrost turns to Brackenpaw. “The gorge—our border with RiverClan. Treacherous cats, even if they did help us during the fire. We do not put our trust in those fish-eaters even for a moment.” Her voice is cool and bland, almost devoid of vitriol; she only speaks the truth, after all.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: apprentice tag @Brackenpaw
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[dimmingsun]

@CELANDINEPAW ​

Limbs move in much familiar fashion, paws whisking over life that had been plucked but will surely return soon. It feels good to be back, to traverse every inch of the moor that he knows like the back of his paws, to contribute to Clan efforts once more. Dimmingsun hadn't spent a horrible amount of time away in the grand scheme of things... but even that has registered as too much.

Plus, he hated to neglect Celandinepaw. Even if she had been born into WindClan's nursery and thus quite knowledgeable on how daily life occurs, it hadn't felt right to say no to outings or simply tell her to busy herself within the confines of camp.

And anyway, it's probably better to provide her with some sort of distraction... a promise that life isn't always this tumultuous here, that good days can be found even during the cruelest of moons.

Unlike Sparkspirit and Bluefrost, Dimmingsun doesn't allow himself to doubt his own mentoring abilities. He's sure he has plenty to learn just like Celandinepaw goes; maybe, moons or years down the line with his next apprentices, he will remember his first experience as a bumbling fool trying to find his footing. And that'd be alright. It'd be even more foolish to think that a mentor doesn't have anything to educate himself on.

With a flick of his tail, he asks Celandinepaw to follow him to the other warriors with their own apprentices. They arrive just in time to hear something about a hawk and Bluefrost's comment. "That's right; avoid our own disappointment." It's mostly meant for Celandinepaw — to remind her that even if Clans offer their aid every now and then, they are all, at the end of the day, enemies —, but he does dip his head in agreement.

"What's all this talk about a hawk, anyway? I suppose tunnelers, if they're lucky, can duck underground... what do you think is the best way to deal with one?" The question aims at Celandinepaw. There is no heat in his voice; not at Bluefrost and Brackenpaw, tunnelers who might otherwise find insult in his words; not at Celandinepaw who might not have a clue how to deal with a predator of that scale. That's all right. They're here to learn, all six of them.
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[Brackenpaw]

The stony steps were taken in caution, dawdling behind Bluefrost slightly so that they could assure themself that they wouldn't slip or trip over themselves. That would be embarrassing and Brackenpaw was not going to embarrass themselves in front of another apprentice. They wondered when they would find confidence in their footing, to know where to walk and how much space to take up.


It was early days and yet they found themselves to be more defiant around Bluefrost then she herself had expected. They were aware of who she was, Sootstars daughter, that should instil some kind of fear or obedience within them but it doesn't. It pushes them to push back as hard as they can, a youthful arrogance to see how long they can keep poking a sleeping bear for.


That wasn't to say that there was no respect at all, there were fleeting moments here and there. Those moments had started to increase once the reality that they weren't escaping this had settled in, it didn't instil a vocal cooperation but mentally Brackenpaw absorbed as much as they could from her.


The limited respect is not enough to hold her back from firing quips her way. “I wish one would carry me off.” They grumble, glaring at Bluefrost as they did so. Tampering down their flared temper enough to remember where they were, they needed to showcase some kind of united front. It was a battle to pick between undermining her mentor in front of her peers or trying to look like they were adjusting fine in front of their own.


They look over at the territory around them, attempting to peer around Lakepaw. Trying to intake as much as they could, a lot of the surrounding area was new to them and as such they struggled to place names to visuals. Bluefrost's words are helpful for them to at least identify one. “Got it, don't trust those fish-eaters. So do we pretend to trust them?” they parrot back with a curt nod then question. Looking up at Bluefrost with that rare look of respect that only happened on the odd times they agreed on something. Not trusting RiverClan was easy enough, they hated their brief stint there while the fire was being dealt with and would be happy to never set foot there again. A sideways glance is spared to Dimmingsun and Celandinepaw, they were curious about what was the best way to deal with a hawk.

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  ooc. Mobile post so apologies if the formatting looks weird o7
  
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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 7 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[CELANDINEPAW]

Wheat-tinged eyes traveled along the swathes of the moor, though where verdant hide would be now lie patches of exposed brown flesh, like an animal stripped bare and stark against the winds. Celandinepaw mourned not only for Windclan but for the territory that housed them. Still, she followed her mentor and the gathered crowd, sticking closely to the pelt of the grain-tinged tom. Then, he had left - to climb, no less. The spotted tabby glanced upwards at the Outlook Rock, though paws remained rooted to where they dug into the loamy earth, standing as if a tree unfelled and unyielding. To scale this jutting stone felt different than climbing up the wooden beams of the barn. Where was soft hay and closed walls to shield any mistakes... there was little of that in what she saw now. The only silent witness to any sort of slip-up was the sky and the sun, and she knew the sun never forgot. Keen ears picked up upon the others' conversation, though made a little brittle by the breezes that besieged the plains, like wild breath had woven into every little act and word of the fields. Maybe one day, she'd find enough courage to go up to the Outlook Rock... But she'd had enough talk of bravery for now.

Celandinepaw had heard errant talk of predators roaming the moors, the sentiment present and shifting through many forms; from the hushed whispers of wiry warriors to the stern reprimandings of uncomprising parents. The young molly had never seen much of them at the barn, but had heard plenty of woven tales and myths of them, from rangy foxes to mountainous bears. The only threat to the Horseplace had been present in the form of mangy coyotes and foolhardy wolves, of which retreated into the shadows that had crafted them after the herding dog's had decreed baleful war-cry. So when Dimmingsun asked her what she thought the best way to deal with a hawk was, fictitious eyebrows furrowed like she didn't believe what he had asked at first, or that the order of words had somehow tangled within fleece-soft ear hairs. "Uh... Maybe give it some prey or something? I feel like if a hawk were attacking me, it might be because it's so hungry. If I give it a rabbit, then we both get what we want. I get to run away with my pelt intact and the hawk gets a tasty meal for free."​