RIVERS IN THE DESERT | singepaw

[BLOODWING]

If Bloodpaw had been told as a kitten that she'd get to spend every day training with her best friend, she would have asked to be slapped because it sounded like a dream. Yet, for the past few moons, that had become a reality, training under the leader of ShadowClan (holy smokes) with Singepaw at her side the entire time. Despite how happy being around the other made her, it hadn't been all sunshine and rainbows. Snowypaw had abandoned them to be with her father, old injuries had resurfaced with the announcement of Granitepelt's passing, and... Chilledstar had died. She liked to think she believed in StarClan, but it was difficult to remove the thought that the ex-leader would never get to see Singepaw and her graduate. The duo had made a proper mess of things in her fifth moon, but seven moons later, they were strong, capable. Bloodpaw was taller than her mother now, well-fed from ShadowClan's newleaf bounty and wore her battle scars as if they were accessories. If Chilledstar never got the chance to be proud, she hoped Ferndance and Needledrift would be, at least.

Bloodpaw spotted the flame point in camp and bound over, introducing herself by bumping the other's side with her own. Upon impact, a toothy grin spread across her muzzle, her tail resting upon his spine as if it were the missing piece of a puzzle. "'Sup, butthead?" She greeted, energy practically buzzing from her paws. She wanted to go out and train, she wanted to go out and hunt, she wanted to do everything all at once - but Smogstar was too busy with leader stuff to escort them. "I still can't believe that I'm gonna be a warrior next moon. It feels like just yesterday we were kittens, running off to go play hero." A momentary sadness lapsed her golden eyes before she blinked it away, a fire burning in its place. 'I didn't get to show that mangepelt just what I would become either. I'd have shredded him if we fought this moon.' Though she did not speak the thought, her lashing tail and aggressively parted maw did the talking for her - she'd been more than ready to kick a rogue's ass out of revenge for what had happened to them as babies. "You're not gonna miss me too much in the apprentice's den, are ya?" She teased, though, knowing he'd get to join her a moon later anyways.

@SINGEPAW

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[SINGEGLARE]

*+:｡.｡ Although Singepaw was still pissed he got reassigned, he couldn't say it wasn't the best thing that ever happened to him. Yeah, having a mentor give up on you was a punch in the gut, but there was no better therapy for the pain than getting to slap around your best friend on the daily. And he knew she could take it - nothing in this world could bring Bloodpaw down. He couldn't imagine what it must be like in her position, losing a leader that had been more like a pseudo-mentor to both of them and a sibling...sometimes, Singepaw wished he was more of the blubbering type, then he could hopefully offer his best friend a proper shoulder if she needed to cry, but he wondered if she even needed that. No one was braver, stronger, fiercer than Bloodpaw.
He sees that now, as she reminisces about their grand mistake - his eyes briefly flashing to her missing ear - before she flies forth with a returned, stronger vigor. He can't help but grin in her presence, "I still think we should've officially not been kittens, but whatever, I see Chilledstar finally got to you, rat-face" he spits back, aiming to smack her upside the head before readying himself for the blow he'll receive right back.
The idea of her becoming a warrior before him, though, makes his stomach lurch. "Last I checked, we were apprenticed together, so you ain't escaping me that easy" he snaps, a little too much fire to his words. Of course, he'd never admit it aloud, but he really couldn't stand the idea of a day of training spent without her. It'd simply be no fun! "What about this, I beat you up, and you ask Smogmaw to hang back for a moon, sound like a plan?" he snickers, recovering from his momentary lapse in confidence to bat at his bestie again.

*°:⋆ₓₒ Updated 7/29/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☄ Singepaw
  ☄ Cismale — He/him — Questioning sexuality
  ☄ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month on the 2nd
  ☄ NPC x Duckshimmer (brother to Swallowpaw, Sneezepaw)
  ☄ Shadowclan — apprentice
  ☄ Apprenticed to Smogstar
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☄ Physically medium | mentally somewhat easy
  ☄ Attack inbold #b8312f
  injuries: none
  

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[BLOODWING]

An ear and a half twitched at his observation, Bloodpaw not realising herself that she'd referred to the pair as kittens until Singepaw mentioned it. "Oh shit... guess I did." Yellow eyes found cinnamon paws for just a moment before she found a rationale behind it, the only one she thought was worth it, the only one that would placate both herself and her kin. "Yeah... well... I thought we were apprentices too, 'til I got some younger siblings. They're babies, even at five moons. Makes you wonder what we really were." Badasses, for being two out of three of the only cats in ShadowClan to survive a run-in with Granitepelt. Upset at the time had manifested into determination in the present, a will stronger than iron, a resolve harder than diamonds. She'd learned she was not immortal, but in the process, learned that regardless of hardship, the one life she had was worth being brave for every single day.

A smack against her head caused it to recoil between her shoulders, a feral grin flashing across her muzzle. She attempted to push him back with both forepaws raised, hoping to see him stagger at her gesture. In the cinnamon tabby's mind, it was all play, wildly more aggressive than anything she could do with other apprentices, but something with no ill-will towards either of them. They were both tough cookies, excited to throw themselves into the fray of battle and triumph for as long as they could - roughhousing was so normal that she did not even flinch if she was successful in disrupting his movements. "Ugh, here I was thinking I'd be free for a moon," she teased. Bloodpaw hadn't considered an early promotion, but it was possible. Rumour had it that Sharpshadow had become a warrior earlier than most due to her part in the herb search, who was to say her spiky friend wouldn't get the same opportunities?

Or, even Bloodpaw herself, separating the gap between warrior and apprentice even further. She would be leaving the flame point behind, but, the heroism was tempting; was a noble goal still noble if it meant abandoning those that had helped you on your journey? Her philosophy did not find time for an answer before Singepaw mentioned his own plan. "Nuh-uh, no can do. I love you, but I love being a warrior more. I mean... can you imagine? I get to have my own name, it'd be sick." Bloodfang. Bloodclaw. Bloodhawk. So many options that left her limbs trembling in anticipation - she was gonna sound like a badass, wasn't she?

"I'll make sure you get a killer name though... How about.... ooh, Singehowl, or Singeheart, or... or..." The tabby would continue, if not stopped by the flame point.



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