- Jan 15, 2023
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༄༄ They had been here only weeks ago, but that visit had been for a far less pleasant reason. This visit is meant to be… celebratory. She should feel pride, as she prepares to send her apprentice off into the world as a full warrior. Pinkpaw is ready to be on her own, the deputy knows. She will rise on dawn-bright wings and fly even higher than Scorchstreak expects her to—the apprentice certainly has a way of surprising her. But beneath her pride lies a deep-seated fear that the younger calico may fly too high, without Scorchstreak there at her side.
The calico shakes off the feeling as best she can—positivity. Pinkpaw bleeds optimism into the very air around her, and Scorchstreak can’t help but feel that she owes it to her apprentice to remain positive even when she feels so empty. They are just outside of the den now, and the deputy looks to the moon above before entering. "Here we are," she says. Her tail flickers with nerves, but still she ducks into the den’s entrance. Once inside, with the Moonstone in sight, Scorchstreak turns to look back at her apprentice. She waves Pinkpaw forth, an invitation to sit nearer to the Moonstone.
She has never presided over this kind of event before—uncertain of what she is meant to do, the deputy settles onto her haunches and sweeps her tail around her paws. Back in Sootstar’s time, the leader had overseen these visits herself, but this time there is no Sunstar to watch over it. There is only Scorchstreak, duty-bound to keep them both safe as they linger in StarClan’s glow. "Take your time. This is the light of StarClan itself—appreciate their presence for as long as you’d like. We will stay until you decide to leave." If Pinkpaw wishes to stay all night, then she may. After all, this may be the young calico’s only chance to bask in the light of the moonstone. Being so near to StarClan without joining them is an experience that many cats would be grateful to have.
The calico shakes off the feeling as best she can—positivity. Pinkpaw bleeds optimism into the very air around her, and Scorchstreak can’t help but feel that she owes it to her apprentice to remain positive even when she feels so empty. They are just outside of the den now, and the deputy looks to the moon above before entering. "Here we are," she says. Her tail flickers with nerves, but still she ducks into the den’s entrance. Once inside, with the Moonstone in sight, Scorchstreak turns to look back at her apprentice. She waves Pinkpaw forth, an invitation to sit nearer to the Moonstone.
She has never presided over this kind of event before—uncertain of what she is meant to do, the deputy settles onto her haunches and sweeps her tail around her paws. Back in Sootstar’s time, the leader had overseen these visits herself, but this time there is no Sunstar to watch over it. There is only Scorchstreak, duty-bound to keep them both safe as they linger in StarClan’s glow. "Take your time. This is the light of StarClan itself—appreciate their presence for as long as you’d like. We will stay until you decide to leave." If Pinkpaw wishes to stay all night, then she may. After all, this may be the young calico’s only chance to bask in the light of the moonstone. Being so near to StarClan without joining them is an experience that many cats would be grateful to have.
- ooc: @PINKPAW
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SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
༄ mate tobluepool; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
༄ mentor to pinkpaw
༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
༄ penned by foxlore