- Jun 15, 2023
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die with memories , not dreams .
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/ subtle mentions of mental abuse
It was only natural that his father lectured him for things he failed to do correctly, even more so now that they had been integrated into RiverClan. The bi-colored tom blinked, watching his father’s seething form in contemplation, brows wrinkled against scarred features. Did he do something wrong? Oh. Dawnstorm blinked, helm lowered with the slow fall of his tattered ears. What had he done? His frown deepened, willing his memories forward, but there had been multiple examples of his shortcomings. How was he supposed to pick? He remained confused—befuddled even at some of the clan’s traditions, and his skills as a hunter seemed to come up short.
His maw parted to inquire just what angered the bulky warrior when the other snarled, quiet against the low thrum of working cats. Insolent child. His father began. Dawnstorm blinked, unbothered. He had known this his entire life, even before he opened his eyes to be stared down at with disdain. He wasn’t like his family and he never will be. A mistake, for Dawnstorm, had been the sole reason his mother and siblings died. It mattered little because this was his father’s way of telling him to get better and the bi-colored male couldn’t ask for more than this, not when his father was doing it out of free will.
A lecture of his weaknesses, proclaiming that he was too soft—worthless even now when leafbare was upon them. How could he possibly hope to give back to those who had taken him in when he could barely fish? Dawnstorm frowned. Oh. It was always more, wasn’t it? No matter what he did, it seemed nothing would please the other, otherwise he’d perish. You bring nothing, but shame to this clan! His father sneered. If only your brother was alive. He had sighed in defeat, causing Dawnstorm to wince. “Sorry–” He began, interrupted by the other smacking the ground in unhinged fury. Do not apologize to me, boy! Did you not listen? Perhaps another lesson will do the trick.
The dual-hued male blinked, nodding subtly. “It won’t happen again.” If he couldn’t act on it, then there was no point in apologizing. His father had said that a while ago, something Dawnstorm forgot, but thankful for the bustle of camp to quell his father’s disappointment, otherwise the warrior would fall victim to another one of his father’s lessons.
Do not disappoint me. His father’s words echoed, watching the other walk away with a languid blink of mismatched hues. “I’ll try not to.” He muttered, sighing inwardly with a shake of his bi-colored fur. It seemed he’d have many sleepless nights ahead of him if he wanted to remain in his father’s good graces or else he’d face another one of his father’s well-informed lectures of his shortcomings.
Pivoting, Dawnstorm paused at the sight of another clanmate, helm titled in confusion. “Coyotecreek.” He inquired, unbothered if the other had overheard, merely embarrassed.
/ please wait for @coyotecreek
It was only natural that his father lectured him for things he failed to do correctly, even more so now that they had been integrated into RiverClan. The bi-colored tom blinked, watching his father’s seething form in contemplation, brows wrinkled against scarred features. Did he do something wrong? Oh. Dawnstorm blinked, helm lowered with the slow fall of his tattered ears. What had he done? His frown deepened, willing his memories forward, but there had been multiple examples of his shortcomings. How was he supposed to pick? He remained confused—befuddled even at some of the clan’s traditions, and his skills as a hunter seemed to come up short.
His maw parted to inquire just what angered the bulky warrior when the other snarled, quiet against the low thrum of working cats. Insolent child. His father began. Dawnstorm blinked, unbothered. He had known this his entire life, even before he opened his eyes to be stared down at with disdain. He wasn’t like his family and he never will be. A mistake, for Dawnstorm, had been the sole reason his mother and siblings died. It mattered little because this was his father’s way of telling him to get better and the bi-colored male couldn’t ask for more than this, not when his father was doing it out of free will.
A lecture of his weaknesses, proclaiming that he was too soft—worthless even now when leafbare was upon them. How could he possibly hope to give back to those who had taken him in when he could barely fish? Dawnstorm frowned. Oh. It was always more, wasn’t it? No matter what he did, it seemed nothing would please the other, otherwise he’d perish. You bring nothing, but shame to this clan! His father sneered. If only your brother was alive. He had sighed in defeat, causing Dawnstorm to wince. “Sorry–” He began, interrupted by the other smacking the ground in unhinged fury. Do not apologize to me, boy! Did you not listen? Perhaps another lesson will do the trick.
The dual-hued male blinked, nodding subtly. “It won’t happen again.” If he couldn’t act on it, then there was no point in apologizing. His father had said that a while ago, something Dawnstorm forgot, but thankful for the bustle of camp to quell his father’s disappointment, otherwise the warrior would fall victim to another one of his father’s lessons.
Do not disappoint me. His father’s words echoed, watching the other walk away with a languid blink of mismatched hues. “I’ll try not to.” He muttered, sighing inwardly with a shake of his bi-colored fur. It seemed he’d have many sleepless nights ahead of him if he wanted to remain in his father’s good graces or else he’d face another one of his father’s well-informed lectures of his shortcomings.
Pivoting, Dawnstorm paused at the sight of another clanmate, helm titled in confusion. “Coyotecreek.” He inquired, unbothered if the other had overheard, merely embarrassed.
/ please wait for @coyotecreek
thought speech