- Sep 12, 2024
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-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- The first observation Deerpaw makes is that Mothermouth lives up to its name. He thinks he would skip this particular rite of passage if he could, if the prospect of never becoming a warrior wasn't so mind-numbingly shameful to him. A single failure with a second chance on the horizon is one thing... A shiver runs down his spine. Embarrassed, he quickly looks to Scorchstar and Featherfrost to make sure they didn't see him shuddering like a scared kit. He's nearly thirteen moons now, on the cusp of warriorhood at last, and here he is acting like a baby at the sight of a jagged cave mouth.
Featherfrost turns to him as they approach the entrance. "Are you ready?" they ask him coolly, making no attempts to console him or to scold him. They've always been a distant mentor, neither comforting him nor putting him down, only ever stoically guiding him. It's better than his father had been, hovering and making no effort to hide his pain and disappointment at seeing his child fail again and again. And Featherfrost had been the one to explain to him what "trans" is. They aren't perfect, but they've been enough. It makes him even more embarrassed to have failed them, even if they simply told him that there was always next moon. He'd still barely passed.
Whatever emotional turmoil Deerpaw holds, Featherfrost's presence is grounding. He takes a deep breath. "Yes," he murmurs, then they both look to Scorchstar to give them the all clear to proceed.
Featherfrost turns to him as they approach the entrance. "Are you ready?" they ask him coolly, making no attempts to console him or to scold him. They've always been a distant mentor, neither comforting him nor putting him down, only ever stoically guiding him. It's better than his father had been, hovering and making no effort to hide his pain and disappointment at seeing his child fail again and again. And Featherfrost had been the one to explain to him what "trans" is. They aren't perfect, but they've been enough. It makes him even more embarrassed to have failed them, even if they simply told him that there was always next moon. He'd still barely passed.
Whatever emotional turmoil Deerpaw holds, Featherfrost's presence is grounding. He takes a deep breath. "Yes," he murmurs, then they both look to Scorchstar to give them the all clear to proceed.
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DEERPAW ❁ he/him, apprentice of windclan, 12 ☾'s.
⭃ a tall, lanky chocolate ticked tabby tuxedo with big copper eyes.
⭃ padding after none / / mentored by featherfrost
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to dm for plots.