politics & violence | greenpaw

[sheepcurl]

To say she missed her apprentice was an understatement, she feels terrible things went down the way they did... But relieved that not once did Green show his face in the skirmish. She could not sit there and watch him get hurt, sit there and let him watch her nearly collapse due to blood loss. Oh, if he had been there, she would have felt so guilty. However, because he wasn't there, he had to deal with the repercussions of his brother, Snowpaw, being deemed a 'murderer'. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right, but for fucks sakes they were kids, they didn't need to go through this and she just... She wished it never happened.

She spots him as she exits the warrior den, a frown upon her lips and soft eyes. Maybe its the dull throbbing pain muddling her senses but he does not look great and so she pushes over, attempting to lick him over the top of his head, sitting down besides him with a small exhale. "Hola, cariño..." she trails off, eyes flicking between her bowtie and the scabs that littered her body. No, she'd do it all over again if it meant protecting him. She remembers her vow she made as she fought, not to let herself die before he becomes a warrior. "Are you feeling okay, mijo?" she supposes the recent happenings of Skyclan... was heavy. She just wants to check up on him, make sure he didn't feel bad, and if he wanted to sit in silence she'd happily oblige.

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[GREENEYES]

Though he'd found comfort in Fireflypaw's words, their safety wasn't a cure for his fears. Poison within him, ready to strike to claim its next victim. Green is a deadly color, even if catmint heals. He cannot risk it, cannot mistake his deadliness for healing as the clan grieves. So, he tries to keep out of their way, in their time of mourning, as best he can.

But, it's hard. It's hard, and he misses Snowpaw and Figpaw, and he misses Morningpaw, and he misses Burnpaw and Crescentpaw. And though only one of them lives in the stars now, he still misses them all. Still misses how things used to be, misses happy moments that seem few and far between, these days. How he wishes for an exchange, to be younger and happier, rather than growing closer to a new name - Greencough, he thinks, if Dawnglare were to have any input - within a mourning pine forest.

Maybe that's his curse - or at least, part of it - wanting everything to stay the same, in an ever-changing world.

Awoken from another difficult night of sleep, Greenpaw sits at the mouth of the apprentice den, fur more unkempt than usual as he takes in the somber atmosphere that greets him. A curse settled upon all of them, a wave of green. Could Dawnglare fix this? Could Dawnglare fix him?

The apprentice hardly notices someone has approached him, until a tongue brushes over his head. Viridescent eyes blink, look up at the cat beside him. His mentor. No longer does he have to wait for her to arrive, a daylight warrior no more. Churrodream, now Sheepcurl, as of the last meeting. Yet another change upon many.

He is silent at first, as he ponders her question. Is he okay? He's better off than some, he thinks. He's better off than Fireflypaw, who mourns his sister, Figpaw, who remains stuck in the medicine den, and Snowpaw, who makes a new nest outside of camp. He's supposed to be better off, isn't he?

"I'm okay," he finally says, gaze lowering to his paws. It's a lie. He knows it as soon as he says it. However - even if he'd already told Firefly that it's okay to be sad - what would adding Greenpaw to the never-ending list of SkyClan apprentices that weren't okay do, other than add more stress on SkyClan's warriors? It wasn't fair to them either. They'd had enough to worry about.

Sheepcurl had enough to worry about.
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[sheepcurl]

Oh, he's silent. He's silent and her heart breaks soundly, she shifts with a small huff of breath, looking away. When he finally does speak all he says is that hes okay and she has to swallow her grief down. "Okay," she says simply, debating on whether or not to push it. She wants to, she wants to pry his head open and take out every single thing that bothers him because she loves him as if he were her own. As much as she wants to, she cannot and it breaks her. "Thats good." calm, she remains calm and she stays there besides him just watching the clouds go by.

"Are you sure, cariño?" she turns her gaze back on to him, urging him, begging him. She wants to help (and maybe shes being overbearing, her thoughts say). "Lets take a walk. The territory looks nice, it snowed last night." she looks down to him, stands upright as she turns to potentially nuzzle his cheek, trying her best to provide him with comfort. "And I can show you my favorite tree, it's really, really tall and you can see everything from it!"​

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[GREENEYES]

Greenpaw doesn't know if Sheepcurl believes him. Doesn't know if he even said it in a believable way.

But when Sheepcurl asks, he insists. "I'm fine," he tells her once more, crooked tail flicking behind him, "I'm okay. Promise." The apprentice doesn't know if he's trying to convince her, or himself. Say it over and over again, until he believes it. He's okay, he's okay, he's okay.

He's cursed, but he's okay.

She speaks once more, asks to take a walk. Tells him that it'd snowed. Has it? Greenpaw blinks, peers past Sheepcurl's form. And, oh. It has. The snow appears higher than it did the day before. And, Sheepcurl'll even show him her favorite tree. Though Greenpaw isn't the best of climbers - he can't compare to how Figpaw used to climb, how Snowpaw could - the thought of being able to get out of camp and just do something to take his mind off of the grief that clouds it is enticing.

"Everything?" he asks, interest clear in his voice. "And we'll... we'll get to climb all the way up?"

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