- Sep 2, 2023
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šš¼ The sandy hollow is normally busy, filled with mentors and their apprenticesāfilled with laughter and tears in equal amounts, a place of community especially for the clanās warriors in training. Now, it is silent, or at least nearly so. The only cats who haunt the hollow today are Falconheart, Bugpaw, and Smokefur. The loathesome tom canāt be avoided, so Falconheart has to find ways to work around him. "Listen, Buggyā¦" he lowers his voice as he approaches the girl, his steps cautious. A glance is cast in Smokefurās direction, but their guard is far enough away that he couldnāt possibly hear his words. "This isā¦ going to be hard. But weāve got to hang on for just a little while longer, okay? This will all be over soon," when I tear the eyes from his head. Or better yet, when our mother does.
How had he ever believed Skyclaw was his friend? He hates the way his heart still stutters out a hollow thump any time he thinks of the dappled tomāeven his own organs have turned traitorous, it seems. He hates the way heād tried so hard for so long to make up for whatever mistake Skyclaw thought heād made, whatever made him cut off their friendship so abruptly. He hates the way heād stayed up at night trying to figure out how to apologize, how to beg for another chance.
But mostly, he hates how this all has forced his hand.
He finally got what he wanted, his single wishāheās mentoring his younger sisterāand their bond has been immediately tainted with blood. He finally put his foot down and stood his ground, stood for something greater than himself, and only a few short days later Howlingstar lies dead. The stars have aligned, but in the wrong order. Their shine is still visible in the pink-orange sky, dawn only just beginning to fade into the bright hues of morning. Falconheart looks up to the disappearing stars, looks for his father. I didnāt want to have to do this. His sister should be learning to perfect her hunterās crouch, not how to defend herself from a much larger, more ruthless attacker. But as it is, the cream tabbyās particular skillset wonāt do either of them any good here. If theyāre going to survive, then both he and Bugpaw need to change. Heāll have to think back to all those battle lessons from both of his mentors, and put them into action.
He promises her, "Everything will be okay soon. First, Iām teaching you what you need to know to protect yourself." His gaze flickers to Smokefur once again, then back to his younger sister. To protect yourself from traitors like him. "Ready for your first lesson?"
How had he ever believed Skyclaw was his friend? He hates the way his heart still stutters out a hollow thump any time he thinks of the dappled tomāeven his own organs have turned traitorous, it seems. He hates the way heād tried so hard for so long to make up for whatever mistake Skyclaw thought heād made, whatever made him cut off their friendship so abruptly. He hates the way heād stayed up at night trying to figure out how to apologize, how to beg for another chance.
But mostly, he hates how this all has forced his hand.
He finally got what he wanted, his single wishāheās mentoring his younger sisterāand their bond has been immediately tainted with blood. He finally put his foot down and stood his ground, stood for something greater than himself, and only a few short days later Howlingstar lies dead. The stars have aligned, but in the wrong order. Their shine is still visible in the pink-orange sky, dawn only just beginning to fade into the bright hues of morning. Falconheart looks up to the disappearing stars, looks for his father. I didnāt want to have to do this. His sister should be learning to perfect her hunterās crouch, not how to defend herself from a much larger, more ruthless attacker. But as it is, the cream tabbyās particular skillset wonāt do either of them any good here. If theyāre going to survive, then both he and Bugpaw need to change. Heāll have to think back to all those battle lessons from both of his mentors, and put them into action.
He promises her, "Everything will be okay soon. First, Iām teaching you what you need to know to protect yourself." His gaze flickers to Smokefur once again, then back to his younger sister. To protect yourself from traitors like him. "Ready for your first lesson?"
- ooc: @Bugpaw !
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FALCONHEART āÆāÆ he/him, thunderclan warrior
ā shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
ā son of flamewhisker andflycatcher; brother to stormfeather, scorchedpaw, bugpaw, sunpaw, squirrelpaw, sparrowpaw
ā mentoring bugpaw
ā peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
ā penned by foxlore
