private LOOKIN’ FOR ANYTHING OUT THERE [fallowpaw]

[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 The day is bright, sunlight shining prettily down upon fresh green leaves. The deer have left the forest, as have the wolves. ThunderClan is healing, though still scarred and beaten down by the rough beginning to the season. His father’s death is yet another grave to be marked, another vigil observed. In a month or two, the pain the clan feels will be nothing more than a memory, but Falconheart feels as though he’ll never recover from this loss. He can imagine himself stalking through the sunlit territory with his father, but enjoying the sights of flowers blooming amongst the grassy floor of the forest.

All the beauty around him… and yet Falconheart still feels as though a dark cloud has descended upon him, draping his every waking moment in miserable dreariness. His sole source of comfort since Flycatcher’s death has been the scent of his father on the nest that his parents once shared—and even that has begun to fade. He considers moving the nest into the nursery, in case it provides comfort to his mother, but he isn’t sure whether that would make it better or worse for her.

Movement at the edge of his vision draws the tom’s attention, and Falconheart turns to look at the intruder. It’s only Fallowpaw, and his eyes soften as the scarred apprentice approaches. Since the day he’d watched his clanmates fight off a bird of prey for its sake, he’s had a bit of a soft spot for the younger cat. Still, he has hardly enough energy to be supportive toward his mother. So he greets the apprentice with a tired smile, hoping to disguise the grief in his expression. "Oh—uh, hi, Fallowpaw. How are you doing?"


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[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ The spectre of death looms large over ThunderClan, and Fallowpaw cannot help but feel its weight like a storm cloud over her head. She remains untouched, blessedly; perhaps because she has so few connections. If she were to lose her sisters again, she would surely be inconsolable. Would she feel pain if Falconheart were claimed, she wonders? Bravepaw, Stormywing? All have been touched by the grasp of death, all of them mourn.

She does not mourn with them. And yet seeing them like this, dimmed... It brings a certain kind of discomfort to Fallowpaw. Sympathy, maybe. Pity? She hates the feeling; she has no clue how to remedy it.

Her paws draw her to Falconheart before she knows it, a scowl on her face at the sadness she sees in his. "Falconheart," she greets gruffly, if awkwardly. There's something weary etched into the curves of his face, and her eyes dart away so as not to see it. "Doin' fine," she mumbles. Sheathes and unsheathes her claws in idle movement, works her jaw. The silence hangs for a moment.

"Been having trouble with, uh, training," she adds slowly. Golden eyes come purposefully back to meet Falconheart's, something steely there now - but her frown has eased. She's always having trouble with training, but it's a rare occasion that she seeks out help for it. She wants... Truly, she just wants Falconheart to stop looking so sad. Maybe this will distract him at least. She sets her jaw. "Was wonderin' if you could help?"

‎‎┌── HERE IN THE FOREST, DARK AND DEEP ⁀➷ I OFFER YOU ETERNAL SLEEP ──┐‎

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  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw & doepaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 The apprentice approaches with a scowl set on her muzzle, and for a moment Falconheart wonders if Fallowpaw is upset with him. She can get in line, then, he thinks bitterly. But… no, this is Fallowpaw. Surely she doesn’t think him a coward for being unable to do anything when the wolves attacked. And it seems, after a moment, that she isn’t upset; she responds that she’s doing fine. "That’s good," he says, attempting to inject a bit of enthusiasm into his voice. His world may have crashed down around him, but that’s no reason to drag Fallowpaw down as well. But it seems that the apprentice is content to do the dragging down by herself, because she goes on to say that she’s been struggling with her training. His ears perk up at that, and the tom tilts his head slightly. "That’s less good. Is Stormywing giving you a hard time?" If his cousin is making Fallowpaw’s training intentionally difficult, then he can talk to her about it, maybe. It’s not really his place, but he feels protective of the messy-furred apprentice.

Fallowpaw asks whether he can help with her training, and the tom cracks a smile at last. She’s come to him for help? "Oh. Yeah, I can help." He pauses then, flicking an ear. Maybe he shouldn’t have agreed so quickly; what if the apprentice asks him to spar with her? Being beaten by a cat so much younger than himself would be embarrassing, but maybe it would help Fallowpaw feel more confident if she were to beat him easily. "What, exactly, do you need help with?" Even if he isn’t that helpful, he decides that he’ll do his best. If the younger ThunderClanner is asking him, then it must be dire.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 take the world by storm

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  FALCONHEART ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan warrior
  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamewhisker and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, scorchedkit, mothkit, sunkit, squirrelkit, sparrowkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ Falconheart seems concerned with her failing - or more accurately, with Stormywing's training. She likes him even more, for that. "Always is," she laments in response to his question, face souring a bit at the mention. Another warrior might scold her for not keeping up, remind her that she should be grateful Stormywing even took her back. Nit Falconheart. He's kind, he's a good cat.

And he's willing to help. Smiles, even, at the request. Maybe this loose idea of a plan is working, then. "Good," she responds simply and curtly, something easing in her consternated expression. She'd known, of course, that Falconheart wouldn't turn down her offer - or worse, laugh at her for asking - but it's still good to have that reassurance.

She doesn't exactly know what the tom is good at, other than not fighting. Luckily, that's the one thing Fallowpaw does best. Maybe a little too good, she thinks ruefully, remembering the feeling of an eyeball popping beneath her claws. She pushes the memory away: focus on the now. She may not know what he's good at, but she certainly knows what she's bad at at. "Um. Tracking." It's too... Intangible for Fallowpaw. She does better with physicall - the taste of blood in her mouth, the rush of adrenaline in her ears. "It's - I don't get it," she mumbles sheepishly. "'S too many scents, how the hell am I s'posed to tell them apart?"

‎‎┌── HERE IN THE FOREST, DARK AND DEEP ⁀➷ I OFFER YOU ETERNAL SLEEP ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw, doepaw, fawnpaw, & elkpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 Always is, Fallowpaw says, confirming his suspicion about Stormywing being too hard on her. It must be so difficult for the younger ThunderClanner, he thinks, to not only have to adjust to clan life, but also to adjust to its siblings all joining the clan as well. And the way it had been dropped into the clan’s territory hadn’t been anything easy, either. Falconheart doesn’t want to step on his cousin’s toes, but if she’s making things harder than they need to be for Fallowpaw, then he can gather his courage and bring it up with her. He isn’t sure if Fallowpaw would want that, though; maybe she would rather just keep her head down and push through it. "Is she being unfair? I can talk to her, if you want." He’ll leave it at that, for now. He doesn’t want to be pushy, especially when the apprentice seems so independent already.

Fallowpaw’s problem right now, it seems, is tracking. The cream tabby perks up even more at this, his bicolored eyes brightening. Thankfully, it’s something he understands well. "Tracking? I’m really good at it, so I can definitely…" he trails off, wondering if that was too haughty of him. He knows he’s good at it, but saying it aloud makes him feel like he’s being… arrogant or something. Picking scents apart from one another comes naturally to him, so the concept of actually explaining it takes a moment to consider. "To tell scents apart, it’s better if you get more scent. You’ve gotta keep your mouth open when you’re smelling for prey. Tracking is also a lot about remembering. Like… telling what prey you’re smelling." That’s something he can’t really help with, because attempting to verbally describe the intricate differences in scent between prey animals is nearly impossible. Maybe he could ask Stormywing if he can take Fallowpaw out to hunt sometime; some nose-on experience might help it to get the hang of tracking.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 take the world by storm

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  FALCONHEART ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan warrior
  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamewhisker and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, scorchedkit, mothkit, sunkit, squirrelkit, sparrowkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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