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[THUNDERGLEAM]

It had been a few days- and there were some things within ThunderClan's camp walls that had not been what she had expected. For the honour that mentorship was, Thundergleam had expected there to be markedly fewer of them, but it seemed near every warrior had their own pupil, minus the younger ones. And now she was a pupil... despite bearing a warrior's name, Howlingstar had deemed there was more for her to learn. It had earned no argument from her... though it had not seemed to please Stormywing, the yellow-eyed, scarred warrior she had been affixed to. Neither did the news seem to please an existing apprentice, raggedy and frown-faced...

And here it was now, lingering behind her. The look on its face was one of very clear anger, a look that struck sympathy in Thundergleam's heart. What was upsetting her so? Red pupils ticked with thoughtfulness, and her gaze swam with very obvious pity, a look she met Fallowpaw's eyes with. And... it seemed her own attention was being sought, for Fallowpaw was looking straight at her...

"What is ailing you?" Her voice was feather-soft, and her face pulled into an expression of empathetic sadness.

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[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ Normally Fallowpaw might afford more sympathy to outsiders. Rogue's blood runs through her veins, yet she can look upon the newest addition to ThunderClan's ranks with nothing but contempt. Thundergleam, the perfect name all picked out for her. No adjustment, not like Fallow had. She's perfect, she gets in with little fuss from the leader, and it makes the apprentice's stomach turn.

And what's worse, she's been assigned Fallowpaw's own mentor as a guide. This warrior who knows so much and so little, who talks so strangely... It's wrong, all of it. Her picturesque sympathy and gentle, melodic voice prick at its nerves. "You," the bristling apprentice barks, glare trained carefully on an ivory face and reddish eyes. Its lip curls at the sight, at the audacity of the cause of its ills to sound pitying. "Don't want you here -- in my camp, with my mentor." She doesn't belong here, no matter what she thinks. No talk of destiny will convince the apprentice. Fallowpaw's working so hard to prove that she does need to be here, this offputting stranger should get no free pass.

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

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  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, seven 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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