The meeting is long over, and ShadowClan's newest warrior has moved out of the apprentice den, while it's gaggle of new apprentices still settle in the ever-cramped shelter. Still, Eeriepaw's mind churns, thinks too much of those who should've been warriors.
Ghostpaw, Poppypaw, Tornadopaw. Though they might not have been friends in their star-captured eyes, the three might have been the closest to any semblance of friends the void-furred tom had in his early days as a ShadowClan cat. Ghostpaw and Tornadopaw — the two were the first faces he'd seen when he'd woken up in a strange new world, a nursery he'd not begun his slumber with. And Poppypaw, though he'd always thought of her as too loud, ShadowClan is still too quiet without her.
The fact that the trio were all slain by the same cat, that Granitepelt is the cause of his closest peers' deaths, has been the focus of his mind since the revelation. The three will never have warrior names, and he won't either, if his lack of star-marks prevails into something gruesome — if immortality truly isn't meant for him. He wants to earn his name for them, wants to honor them and become a warrior when they will never.
And if not for them, for Caterpillarpaw. To keep his mentor's shadow safe — to be able to train the blind apprentice, should something happen to Lilacfur. It's the least he can do, to make sure Siltcloud never harms the patch-furred cat. Spectermask would prefer that, he thinks.
Spindly limbs near the leader's den, slowing to a stop at the root-curved mouth at the base of the hulking oak tree. He pokes his head in, dark eyes searching the darkness for black and white fur. He has to take this into his own paws, now, has to speak to them for any semblance of answers — an urge toward progress.
" Chilledstar? " he slowly asks, a paw stepping into the den. " A word, please? "
Ghostpaw, Poppypaw, Tornadopaw. Though they might not have been friends in their star-captured eyes, the three might have been the closest to any semblance of friends the void-furred tom had in his early days as a ShadowClan cat. Ghostpaw and Tornadopaw — the two were the first faces he'd seen when he'd woken up in a strange new world, a nursery he'd not begun his slumber with. And Poppypaw, though he'd always thought of her as too loud, ShadowClan is still too quiet without her.
The fact that the trio were all slain by the same cat, that Granitepelt is the cause of his closest peers' deaths, has been the focus of his mind since the revelation. The three will never have warrior names, and he won't either, if his lack of star-marks prevails into something gruesome — if immortality truly isn't meant for him. He wants to earn his name for them, wants to honor them and become a warrior when they will never.
And if not for them, for Caterpillarpaw. To keep his mentor's shadow safe — to be able to train the blind apprentice, should something happen to Lilacfur. It's the least he can do, to make sure Siltcloud never harms the patch-furred cat. Spectermask would prefer that, he thinks.
Spindly limbs near the leader's den, slowing to a stop at the root-curved mouth at the base of the hulking oak tree. He pokes his head in, dark eyes searching the darkness for black and white fur. He has to take this into his own paws, now, has to speak to them for any semblance of answers — an urge toward progress.
" Chilledstar? " he slowly asks, a paw stepping into the den. " A word, please? "
- // @CHILLEDSTAR.
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???‣EERIEKIT‣ EERIEPAW
── Apprentice of ShadowClan
── ??? x ???
── AMAB; He/Him
── A spindly black tom with unblinking, dark brown eyes.
── Mentored by Spectermask
── "Speech"; Attack
