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*+:｡.｡ Tawnyclaw wasn't sure he'd ever grow used to seeing his mom up there. Hearing her call out for a clan meeting always brings to mind his many days as a youth, leaping to attention whenever she called for his name. Orchidkit, come here, she used to say. The young man frowns, tension running down his spine at the reminder of his old name when Orangestar announces a set of names laid forth beneath the chopping block. Bobbie and Eggshellbloom, she says, and he finds his hazel eyes trailing over the gathering mass of cats for the soon-to-be-formally-named. Huh. Bobbie's name changes he...supposes he can understand, although she's been 'Bobbie' for so long it's strange to him she'd want to change that. Eggshellbloom he has no idea about. Hadn't he just received his warrior name?
Alright, alright, interest piqued, the warrior decides to risk burning his pelt off and trails after his clanmates to sit exposed beneath the raging sun for another insufferable meeting. He much preferred playing hooky when his mom calls these...hopefully the news this moon would be worth listening in on.
Doeblaze is Bobbie's new name. Tawnyclaw can't help himself - he cringes. He peers through the crowd, spotting the lilac and white woman at the head of the mass of cats. He feels something in his chest ache, watching the woman scarred through suddenly relax her stiff shoulders and raise her head just a little bit higher. To be named after the dead...he wonders if she'd asked for the honor specifically. It makes the green in his eyes burn, unable to relate that desire of hers. He'd give anything to drop the -claw from his own name...well, if the iron grip he has on his pride is anything to tell, maybe anything. Tawnyclaw is projecting, he realizes this now, and decides to focus instead on the clear happiness that lights Bo-, Doeblaze like an inferno. After all her moons of suffering, no one deserved peace more than she.
The same could be said for Chickbloom, whose beaming face glowed brighter than his dandelion spots. Tawnyclaw found it contagious enough to bring a smile to his lips - or perhaps that was just a symptom of the laugh he was holding back at the name Orangestar had picked. Chick bloom? It...it was fitting. Eggshell to Chick, in honor of Chickbloom's new, chosen life. The warrior's life wasn't an easy one, but to purposefully choose it was more than a little admirable.
"Chickbloom! Doeblaze!" he throws his voice in among the rest, though perhaps not as heartily. He wishes he could say he didn't envy the two's joy.
The meeting continues, and Tawnyclaw sees no point in staying. The long list of kit's to be made apprentices is already boring him, and with no stakes in the game, he finds himself rising to his feet, eager to subtly sneak off and claim one of the better shadier spots before the meeting dismisses. He does spare a snicker though when he hears Cherryblossom receiving Ricekit as an apprentice. The pale ivory child had always been so high-and-mighty, Tawnyclaw didn't doubt the two were made for each other. Good luck, sis he thinks with a smirk, scooting past a few warriors as he eyes the finish line at the edge of the crowd.
Only to freeze in place when he feels his mother's eyes on him.
Oh no.
And watches her open her mouth and announce for all the clan to hear -
Dear Starclan no!
your mentor will be Tawnyclaw
Fuck.
Tawnyclaw grins convincingly at his mother as she calls him a 'good warrior', her expectant look speaking a whole different language. Shit, fuck, crap he thinks with each step bringing him closer to his new apprentice. Fox-dung, Fish-whiskers, thorn up my- he stands before the young tom cat, all cotton fuzz and baby-chubb. Tawnyclaw wants to scream. Instead, with a persuasively chill smile, he aims to touch noses with the little guy, just as his mentor had done with him moons and moons ago. Dogwoodpaw was so small though...from this angle, Starclan, he looked so fragile.
Tawnyclaw fought the urge to look desperately up at his mom and beg her to rescind her order. He wasn't ready to take care of some little tyke! He didn't know anything about kits, or young paws, or how to train them - he'd barely paid attention to his own training!
Fuck "Well Dogwoodpaw, 'guess it's just you and me" he says with a relaxed smile he didn't feel.
Shit! Fake it 'till you make it, I guess.
Damn it! He aims to ruffle the fur on Dogwoodpaw's head and hopes with all his might the boy won't hate him by the end of their training together.
Alright, alright, interest piqued, the warrior decides to risk burning his pelt off and trails after his clanmates to sit exposed beneath the raging sun for another insufferable meeting. He much preferred playing hooky when his mom calls these...hopefully the news this moon would be worth listening in on.
Doeblaze is Bobbie's new name. Tawnyclaw can't help himself - he cringes. He peers through the crowd, spotting the lilac and white woman at the head of the mass of cats. He feels something in his chest ache, watching the woman scarred through suddenly relax her stiff shoulders and raise her head just a little bit higher. To be named after the dead...he wonders if she'd asked for the honor specifically. It makes the green in his eyes burn, unable to relate that desire of hers. He'd give anything to drop the -claw from his own name...well, if the iron grip he has on his pride is anything to tell, maybe anything. Tawnyclaw is projecting, he realizes this now, and decides to focus instead on the clear happiness that lights Bo-, Doeblaze like an inferno. After all her moons of suffering, no one deserved peace more than she.
The same could be said for Chickbloom, whose beaming face glowed brighter than his dandelion spots. Tawnyclaw found it contagious enough to bring a smile to his lips - or perhaps that was just a symptom of the laugh he was holding back at the name Orangestar had picked. Chick bloom? It...it was fitting. Eggshell to Chick, in honor of Chickbloom's new, chosen life. The warrior's life wasn't an easy one, but to purposefully choose it was more than a little admirable.
"Chickbloom! Doeblaze!" he throws his voice in among the rest, though perhaps not as heartily. He wishes he could say he didn't envy the two's joy.
The meeting continues, and Tawnyclaw sees no point in staying. The long list of kit's to be made apprentices is already boring him, and with no stakes in the game, he finds himself rising to his feet, eager to subtly sneak off and claim one of the better shadier spots before the meeting dismisses. He does spare a snicker though when he hears Cherryblossom receiving Ricekit as an apprentice. The pale ivory child had always been so high-and-mighty, Tawnyclaw didn't doubt the two were made for each other. Good luck, sis he thinks with a smirk, scooting past a few warriors as he eyes the finish line at the edge of the crowd.
Only to freeze in place when he feels his mother's eyes on him.
Oh no.
And watches her open her mouth and announce for all the clan to hear -
Dear Starclan no!
your mentor will be Tawnyclaw
Fuck.
Tawnyclaw grins convincingly at his mother as she calls him a 'good warrior', her expectant look speaking a whole different language. Shit, fuck, crap he thinks with each step bringing him closer to his new apprentice. Fox-dung, Fish-whiskers, thorn up my- he stands before the young tom cat, all cotton fuzz and baby-chubb. Tawnyclaw wants to scream. Instead, with a persuasively chill smile, he aims to touch noses with the little guy, just as his mentor had done with him moons and moons ago. Dogwoodpaw was so small though...from this angle, Starclan, he looked so fragile.
Tawnyclaw fought the urge to look desperately up at his mom and beg her to rescind her order. He wasn't ready to take care of some little tyke! He didn't know anything about kits, or young paws, or how to train them - he'd barely paid attention to his own training!
Fuck "Well Dogwoodpaw, 'guess it's just you and me" he says with a relaxed smile he didn't feel.
Shit! Fake it 'till you make it, I guess.
Damn it! He aims to ruffle the fur on Dogwoodpaw's head and hopes with all his might the boy won't hate him by the end of their training together.
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@Dogwoodkit <333 apprentice aahh!!!
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GENERAL:
♔ Tawnyclaw
♔ DFAB— He/Him — Unsure
♔ 12 moons — Ages 1 moon every month 28th
♔ Skyclan — Warrior
♔ Son of Orangestar andAshenclaw
♔ Brother to Cherryblossom, Eggbounce, Glimmersun and Owlheart
COMBAT:
♔Physically hard | mentally medium
♔ Attack in bold #bf8924
injuries: None currently
