private NEW BLOOMS [✨] Wolfpaw

[FIGFEATHER]

Dawn stains the sky pink, adding light to the gray and white leaf-bare forest. Figfeather could hardly sleep after getting home from the gathering. Not when she could see the three injured apprentices in the corners of her sight, plastered in cobwebs and poultices to warn off infection. They all should’ve been at the gathering with their mentors, showing off their status as ’paws’ and meeting apprentices of other clans. Instead they had been stuck here, bodies aching and slumbering.

It’d be two moons until they got to leave camp again, two moons before they could finally attend their first gathering. Figfeather feels immense guilt even in the morning, she tries to subside it by delivering a warm thrasher to the healing nest of Wolfpaw.

”Good Morning.” The she-cat’s mentor bears a weak smile, both pity and sympathy shone behind orange eyes. ”I brought you prey. Nice and warm yet from this morning’s hunting patrol. You should eat some.” Maybe with ample meals, lots of rest, and excellent care provided by the medicine cats Wolfpaw could be back up on her paws in no time.

It’s the only thing they could hope for now.

♡ INFO BATTLE

• @wolfpaw!
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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » "Speech"․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[wolfpaw!]

Outside the roots of the hazel bush, Wolfpaw can see the peony sky. Before it would have brought her comfort. She's always loved the forest, the great majesty of the beautiful sky, the pines chewing the color out it as the fir teeth erupted into its domain. Now she looks at the sky through the boughs of hazel, and most distressingly, through only one eye.

The other eye wasn't gone. At least not physically — Dawnglare had told her that much (though he'd been careful to omit any modicum of hope from his tone). Beneath the cobwebs, apparently there is still some vestigial thing, but it was put severely out of operation by a deft claw to the face. Wolfpaw would be lying if she said she wasn't scared — sure, other warriors and apprentices had to fight the same sort of loss that she now has, but... how? How had they done it? How could she do it, when the mere thought of another patrol put a tremor in her paws?

Figfeather slips into the den and Wolfpaw could cry. Her mentor — a she-cat that she was supposed to be learning everything from, training with — brought her prey, and though there is pity in her gaze, hope alights at the corners of her lips. The girl's lip trembles. She should have caught it herself, and though it did no good to wallow in her sorrow, she couldn't help herself. She'd... failed. She'd failed Figfeather, and her littermates, and her mother and father, and everyone else too. She was no better than a kit against those rogues, and though Blazestar had decided to let her remain an apprentice (thank StarClan, she thinks, though she is still afraid of returning to her duties) she can't help but think that his rule was some... punishment. She would be the last apprentice of four moons, because it was stupid to make kits into apprentices that young. And she feels stupid; stupid for trying to make peace with those rogues who wanted nothing more than to hurt her; stupid for not knowing how to fight back.

Woefully, Wolfpaw nibbles at the prey Figfeather has gathered for her. She hopes it would stop the wobble in her chin, at least long enough to speak with some dignity. "Thank you," she manages, swallowing her first bite. It tastes good; better than many of her meals recently, which throws her back into her grief. The child peers up at Figfeather with her un-cobwebbed eye. "Um, Figfeather?" she mews, timid. "... I'm sorry. For, um... well, I was really excited to start being an apprentice, and...." Her words deteriorate into sniffles. She isn't quite sure what she means to apologize for, only that guilt hangs from her ribs like icicles, and she'd like to relieve it as soon as possible.

𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐍 ☾ 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆

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  — wolfpaw
  — she / they / he ; apprentice of skyclan
  — longhaired lilac torbie with piercing yellow eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — avatar by tropics; signature by dreamydoggo
  — penned by meghan

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[FIGFEATHER]

Her heart trembles in her chest as sniffles come from the apprentice’s maw. For a long moment Figfeather is silent, what could she possibly say to Wolfpaw to ease her fear? Her sorrow for what had happened? She sees herself now in Wolfpaw, a scared apprentice in the medicine cat’s den with no clue on how life will return back to normal. How she’ll cope with the permanent injury to her body and mind.

Figfeather sits next to the apprentice’s nest and offers a soothing lick to her ear. ”There’s nothing to be sorry for. What happened is nobodies fault.” The marmalade she-cat meows, recalling her conversation with Blazestar. The self-blame that had shone in her eyes had made her heart crack, the patrol and their leaders didn’t deserve to blame themselves.

”I promise things will get better.” Figfeather knows these words mean nothing to Wolfpaw now. They had not to Figfeather when she laid here with a broken leg and a fever onset from infection. Everyday at the beginning had been a battle for her life, a test of not only her physical and mental strength. ”Remember, you’re SkyClan and you are strong.” She repeats the words she told Blazestar, ”You’ll get better, and once you do I promise I’ll train you into the best warrior SkyClan’s ever saw.”

♡ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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