- May 31, 2023
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Scorchstorm still remembers when she first met Featherspine and her siblings. They'd been wriggling, freshly born, at Wolfsong's belly, and she'd had a sense that day that she'd moved out of one role and into a new one. From the youngest apprentice to the not-youngest apprentice; from an underclassman to an upperclassman; something along those lines that marked some sort of maturity, she thinks. Now, they stand facing each other as warriors. It's almost strange to think of how fast they'd grown — or maybe it is her own growth that is stranger, so fast and then so slow. She'd grown up on that mountain and then she'd come off it in a stasis. She'd holed up in that barn and when she left she was suddenly moons older. Quick, then slow, quick then slow; these rhythms of her life feel out of sync with her peers, in hindsight, but it is not something Scorchstorm begrudges them for.
Instead, she is excited to face Featherspine now, tail lashing with anticipatory pleasure. "You're a warrior now!" she purrs, congratulatory, if not a bit belated. Featherspine has been a warrior for nearly half a moon now, but it still feels fresh in Scorchstorm's mind. She puffs out her chest, broad shoulders squaring to cut an intimidatingly large figure. Even if Featherspine had been young when Badgermoon was around, the cats who knew him would undeniably see him in his daughter's frame. "Let's see you fight like one." Her voice drops low, but good-humored; infused with competitive spirit that she'd had since she was a kit playing with Luckypaw. Without warning, Scorchstorm darts towards Featherspine's side, aiming to strike down on his head with a sheathed paw. Giving him the first move would be too generous, she's decided. It's better to spar this way — it mimics a real fight more closely.
/ @FEATHERSPINE
Instead, she is excited to face Featherspine now, tail lashing with anticipatory pleasure. "You're a warrior now!" she purrs, congratulatory, if not a bit belated. Featherspine has been a warrior for nearly half a moon now, but it still feels fresh in Scorchstorm's mind. She puffs out her chest, broad shoulders squaring to cut an intimidatingly large figure. Even if Featherspine had been young when Badgermoon was around, the cats who knew him would undeniably see him in his daughter's frame. "Let's see you fight like one." Her voice drops low, but good-humored; infused with competitive spirit that she'd had since she was a kit playing with Luckypaw. Without warning, Scorchstorm darts towards Featherspine's side, aiming to strike down on his head with a sheathed paw. Giving him the first move would be too generous, she's decided. It's better to spar this way — it mimics a real fight more closely.
/ @FEATHERSPINE
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—scorchkit.scorchpaw. scorchstorm
— she/they ; warrior of windclan
— short-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with low white and orange/yellow eyes
— "speech" ; thoughts
— signature by dreamydoggo, template art by sixbane
— penned by meghan