- Dec 1, 2022
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WAKE UP TO THE SOUND OF YOUR FLEETING HEART ⋆⁺₊⋆
Now that they are an apprentice, Hazepaw is going to have a lot more opportunities to explore beyond the limits of the camp. They are eager to get to it — eager enough to have [prendre de l’avance] a bit with their [escapade] while they were moving camp — but a part of them already wonders how they could go beyond the new limits that have been drawn around their world in the form of territory borders.
There’s a lot to see in this world. For now, she’s content with what is available to her: it is still very novel. But it would be a shame to only see as much as Riverclan possesses, wouldn’t it?
Maybe the clan will go to war with Windclan and take some of their territory: seeing the moors would be interesting. Or maybe Starclan will send a vision and Hazepaw will have to go on a quest like in their mothers’ stories. In the meantime, she turns to the next best thing: personal experience from cats who have gone further than her.
Usually, these are older warriors, with lives before Riverclan. But they’ve lately set their sight on a younger target: Fawnpaw.
The other apprentice was a kittypet before coming to the clan. Not even Smokethroat can tell them about that kind of life, and that makes her fascinating to Hazepaw’s eyes. They walk up to her late in the day, once they’re both done training with their respective mentor, bringing a vole as a friendly offering. Now, it’s only a matter of getting her to tell them about what it’s like to live with twolegs. Are they nice? Is it scary? How do they feed you?
Icebreakers aren’t really Hazepaw’s forte: there’s only so much she can open with when she’s so sparse with her words.
It’s not that they can’t say more, if necessary. It’s that they don’t see the point of speaking more than strictly necessary: why bother with ten words, when the right one is often all that’s needed to get one’s point across? She swears, if she could summon images in the mind of others instead, she’d never speak another word in her life.
Placing the vole in front of the cream apprentice, Hazepaw sits neatly in front of her and asks, ”Twolegs?” They only hope Fawnpaw gets their meaning — they don't mean to insult, but they are so curious.
// @Fawnpaw friendship :)
Now that they are an apprentice, Hazepaw is going to have a lot more opportunities to explore beyond the limits of the camp. They are eager to get to it — eager enough to have [prendre de l’avance] a bit with their [escapade] while they were moving camp — but a part of them already wonders how they could go beyond the new limits that have been drawn around their world in the form of territory borders.
There’s a lot to see in this world. For now, she’s content with what is available to her: it is still very novel. But it would be a shame to only see as much as Riverclan possesses, wouldn’t it?
Maybe the clan will go to war with Windclan and take some of their territory: seeing the moors would be interesting. Or maybe Starclan will send a vision and Hazepaw will have to go on a quest like in their mothers’ stories. In the meantime, she turns to the next best thing: personal experience from cats who have gone further than her.
Usually, these are older warriors, with lives before Riverclan. But they’ve lately set their sight on a younger target: Fawnpaw.
The other apprentice was a kittypet before coming to the clan. Not even Smokethroat can tell them about that kind of life, and that makes her fascinating to Hazepaw’s eyes. They walk up to her late in the day, once they’re both done training with their respective mentor, bringing a vole as a friendly offering. Now, it’s only a matter of getting her to tell them about what it’s like to live with twolegs. Are they nice? Is it scary? How do they feed you?
Icebreakers aren’t really Hazepaw’s forte: there’s only so much she can open with when she’s so sparse with her words.
It’s not that they can’t say more, if necessary. It’s that they don’t see the point of speaking more than strictly necessary: why bother with ten words, when the right one is often all that’s needed to get one’s point across? She swears, if she could summon images in the mind of others instead, she’d never speak another word in her life.
Placing the vole in front of the cream apprentice, Hazepaw sits neatly in front of her and asks, ”Twolegs?” They only hope Fawnpaw gets their meaning — they don't mean to insult, but they are so curious.
// @Fawnpaw friendship :)
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