CRAGPELT
TIN SOLDIER
- Jan 23, 2024
- 105
- 20
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Cragpaw had been grappling with a ThunderClanner only a bit larger and older than him when the scream tears through the clearing. She's my daughter! Pinepaw is mine!
With a forepaw still raised to strike his opponent, the apprentice's head snaps in the direction of the voice. Mismatched eyes widen upon seeing his sister pinned to the ground by the ThunderClan leader, her face drenched in blood. "Pinepaw?" He mews fearfully, feeling small suddenly as he separates from the ThunderClanner and bounds forward. He hasn't registered the words, not until he gets closer and spots a blue tabby crouched over her. Confusion flares in his chest and he falters just as Flamestar does. Wait. She…she is the warrior from the Gathering. The one his mother introduced them all to.
The words sink in then, searing through Cragpaw's chest. That…that can't be right. That would mean he's…half-ThunderClan? He knew he never had another parent. It was always just Iciclefang, and that had been alright. Not every kit has a father. He didn't need to know who his sire was. He never questioned it. His paws feel rooted to the frozen earth, the battle fading to a buzzing hum. He looks at Pinepaw, then back to Stormywing. "No," Cragpaw whispers, the word breaking as it leaves his mouth. His mind races, fragments of memories piecing together in a new, jagged pattern - the stories his mother told them of the journey with a cat she'd saved and one who saved her in turn, the odd behavior from Iciclefang at the Gathering. His mother loved a ThunderClan warrior. This ThunderClan warrior.
Anger flares within Cragpaw then, drowning out the confusion and betrayal until it boils beneath his pelt. His claws scrape the ground as he steps forward, eyes locked on Stormywing. Disgust coils in his gut as he notices the stark resemblances now. The gray of his pelt, his single golden eye, the scruffy way his fur stands up that's always been so unlike Iciclefang's sleek coat….it's all her. Why didn't his mother tell him? Why is he just finding this out now?! Heart thudding wildly, his mind whirls with questions. Half-ThunderClan. It's foreign. It's wrong. It goes against everything he's always believed.
As soon as his…other mother…ventures away, he seems to break the spell that's been cast on him. He rushes forward to his bloodied littermate, forcing his breaths to come out normal. "Pinepaw, your eye-!" He will process the world crashing down on him later. Right now, his sister needs him.
// interacting with @Pinepaw ⭒
With a forepaw still raised to strike his opponent, the apprentice's head snaps in the direction of the voice. Mismatched eyes widen upon seeing his sister pinned to the ground by the ThunderClan leader, her face drenched in blood. "Pinepaw?" He mews fearfully, feeling small suddenly as he separates from the ThunderClanner and bounds forward. He hasn't registered the words, not until he gets closer and spots a blue tabby crouched over her. Confusion flares in his chest and he falters just as Flamestar does. Wait. She…she is the warrior from the Gathering. The one his mother introduced them all to.
The words sink in then, searing through Cragpaw's chest. That…that can't be right. That would mean he's…half-ThunderClan? He knew he never had another parent. It was always just Iciclefang, and that had been alright. Not every kit has a father. He didn't need to know who his sire was. He never questioned it. His paws feel rooted to the frozen earth, the battle fading to a buzzing hum. He looks at Pinepaw, then back to Stormywing. "No," Cragpaw whispers, the word breaking as it leaves his mouth. His mind races, fragments of memories piecing together in a new, jagged pattern - the stories his mother told them of the journey with a cat she'd saved and one who saved her in turn, the odd behavior from Iciclefang at the Gathering. His mother loved a ThunderClan warrior. This ThunderClan warrior.
Anger flares within Cragpaw then, drowning out the confusion and betrayal until it boils beneath his pelt. His claws scrape the ground as he steps forward, eyes locked on Stormywing. Disgust coils in his gut as he notices the stark resemblances now. The gray of his pelt, his single golden eye, the scruffy way his fur stands up that's always been so unlike Iciclefang's sleek coat….it's all her. Why didn't his mother tell him? Why is he just finding this out now?! Heart thudding wildly, his mind whirls with questions. Half-ThunderClan. It's foreign. It's wrong. It goes against everything he's always believed.
As soon as his…other mother…ventures away, he seems to break the spell that's been cast on him. He rushes forward to his bloodied littermate, forcing his breaths to come out normal. "Pinepaw, your eye-!" He will process the world crashing down on him later. Right now, his sister needs him.
// interacting with @Pinepaw ⭒