- Jul 3, 2023
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BRIARPAW — hello, my old heart.
Once, a much smaller Briarkit had hoped that once she was made into an apprentice, her mother’s attention would finally be flickered in her direction.
Every catch, every new move Skunktail had taught to her, the ebony apprentice only wanted to show one cat- and sometimes she got the chance to, before her mother would be called away to tend to her own apprentices, her own warrior duties.
Briarpaw understood, truly she did, convincing her small heart that what Forestshade was doing was respectable, and Briarpaw was simply the daughter of an important warrior.
Yet, there was something more important than her silly, juvenile feelings at stake- it was Screechpaws future.
Sweetpaw she was able to look out for easy enough, her soft-spoken sibling rarely ever on the lookout for trouble, and normally glued to their mother’s side anyways.
Screechpaw however, was growing to become the eldest sisters biggest worry, their sibling bickering quickly turning into scolding, her basic littermate obligations morphing into something taxing, Briarpaw’s love for her sibling too stubborn to relent.
The final straw came early in the morning, groggy eyes still blinking away sleep happening to catch sight of Screechpaw sticking his nose into minor trouble.
Yet, Forestshade was there, and Briarpaw felt relieved for a fleeting moment, her mother could correct him this time, she was free to go about her morning without a hiccup.
Nope.
Forestshade had been quick to turn her attention elsewhere, most likely to attend to Sweetpaw and Orchidpaws training.
It is well past Sun-high when Briarpaw was able to catch sight of her mother again, where they scheduled finally aligned for the perfect opportunity.
"Forestshade!" The child calls, bee-lining after patchwork fur until she knows her mothers attention has been captured.
"We need to talk… about Screechpaw, I’m worried about him."
Please, listen.
@FORESTSHADE
"speech"
Once, a much smaller Briarkit had hoped that once she was made into an apprentice, her mother’s attention would finally be flickered in her direction.
Every catch, every new move Skunktail had taught to her, the ebony apprentice only wanted to show one cat- and sometimes she got the chance to, before her mother would be called away to tend to her own apprentices, her own warrior duties.
Briarpaw understood, truly she did, convincing her small heart that what Forestshade was doing was respectable, and Briarpaw was simply the daughter of an important warrior.
Yet, there was something more important than her silly, juvenile feelings at stake- it was Screechpaws future.
Sweetpaw she was able to look out for easy enough, her soft-spoken sibling rarely ever on the lookout for trouble, and normally glued to their mother’s side anyways.
Screechpaw however, was growing to become the eldest sisters biggest worry, their sibling bickering quickly turning into scolding, her basic littermate obligations morphing into something taxing, Briarpaw’s love for her sibling too stubborn to relent.
The final straw came early in the morning, groggy eyes still blinking away sleep happening to catch sight of Screechpaw sticking his nose into minor trouble.
Yet, Forestshade was there, and Briarpaw felt relieved for a fleeting moment, her mother could correct him this time, she was free to go about her morning without a hiccup.
Nope.
Forestshade had been quick to turn her attention elsewhere, most likely to attend to Sweetpaw and Orchidpaws training.
It is well past Sun-high when Briarpaw was able to catch sight of her mother again, where they scheduled finally aligned for the perfect opportunity.
"Forestshade!" The child calls, bee-lining after patchwork fur until she knows her mothers attention has been captured.
"We need to talk… about Screechpaw, I’m worried about him."
Please, listen.
@FORESTSHADE
"speech"
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