- Mar 14, 2024
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The patrol moves steadily along the RiverClan border, the scent of damp earth and fresh water mingling in the air as Meadowfur keeps pace beside Raccoonstripe. It's a quiet afternoon, the only sounds coming from the distant rush of the river and the occasional rustle of undergrowth as they walk. The leaf-bare chill has finally faded, and though the air still carries a crispness, there's warmth to it now—a promise of warmer days to come.
But Meadowfur isn't focused on the changing seasons. Her paws move automatically, refreshing scent markers when needed, but her thoughts churn elsewhere. She casts a sideways glance at Raccoonstripe, her kin and a lead warrior of ThunderClan. He's been in this position for seasons now, respected, trusted—exactly what she wants for herself.
She exhales sharply, then finally speaks. "Hey," she begins, voice steady, but firm. "How do you stand out?" She doesn't wait for him to question what she means before continuing. "I mean—how did you? When you were a newer warrior?" Her tail flicks behind her as she steps over a fallen branch. "I don't just want to be another set of claws in the Clan. I want to be someone worth trusting, someone cats look to." She pauses, then admits, "But I don't know how to do that yet."
Her green eyes are focused on the path ahead, but her ears are angled toward him, waiting for his response. She knows there's no simple answer—no easy trick to earn the kind of respect he has. That's why she's asking him. Her uncle doesn't coddle, it's one of the things she respects about him. He tells things as they are. The patrol carries on, but her mind lingers on the question. Other warriors her age are already mentoring apprentices, leading patrols, making a name for themselves. She doesn't just want to be useful—she wants to be a name recognized at gatherings like him. But how does she get there?
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LIGHTSTRIKE XMOONWHISPERSISTER TO SCARLETDUST & MOTTLEDMOON ; MENTORED BY PALEFIRE
A large fluffy red tabby with a white chest, stomach, tail, muzzle and stripe running along her back. Her eyes are a deep, forest, green and in her pelt one can usually find flowers woven