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A loner, Mousepaw had called him on that terrible day. Snakehiss had agreed with the sentiment. It isn't as though it was undeserved, but it still sticks with Thriftpaw like a bur to his flank. A loner, said like such a thing was insult enough on its own. Thriftpaw remembers being a loner in the same way everyone remembers the world when young: blips of rosy things. Toddling after his mother, tail held aloft. The red-bright berries that had towered over his head, and how they now grow only as high as his neck.
His joining, in conjunct with the end of his youth, is remembered with far more clarity.
A loner, Thriftpaw thinks with the same level of derision he's heard it said. It's a venomous word; Thriftpaw hadn't ever heard it when he was a loner in truth and not in history. A word from WindClan itself then, and not what he would have called himself had he still been a loner. There wouldn't have been a word for him, and the thought is so appealing that Thriftpaw shuts it down before it can blossom into something ugly. He can't forget the knowledge of being a loner now that he is a WindClanner — the contradiction of it all is enough that Thriftpaw's nervous tail bristles.
"Excuse me?" Thriftpaw says to a passing cat, as politely as he can sound while feeling so indignant, "Who are the oldest WindClanners — oldest clanborn WindClanners?"
His joining, in conjunct with the end of his youth, is remembered with far more clarity.
A loner, Thriftpaw thinks with the same level of derision he's heard it said. It's a venomous word; Thriftpaw hadn't ever heard it when he was a loner in truth and not in history. A word from WindClan itself then, and not what he would have called himself had he still been a loner. There wouldn't have been a word for him, and the thought is so appealing that Thriftpaw shuts it down before it can blossom into something ugly. He can't forget the knowledge of being a loner now that he is a WindClanner — the contradiction of it all is enough that Thriftpaw's nervous tail bristles.
"Excuse me?" Thriftpaw says to a passing cat, as politely as he can sound while feeling so indignant, "Who are the oldest WindClanners — oldest clanborn WindClanners?"
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