- May 10, 2024
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Honeysucklepaw's outburst had dragged those lingering stares far longer than it would have been had she stayed quiet as he did. Brokenpaw was not as elated as one might be when given the leader of the Clan to train, as that sort of status held such grandeur and bragging rights as some would say. Periwinklebreeze's brood were much more fitting for all of this spotlight. Bilberrypaw with Scorchstreak, Vulturepaw with their father, Dustpaw with Frostwind... Puddlepaw would have been good enough to take his place, then.
It had taken lots of pretending to be normal and unphased by it all until he felt the gradual path to becoming at ease. Sunstar had also given the pitch tom some distance and he used the stretch of time after the meeting to stay near Honeysucklepaw, who was also suddenly uninterested in his company.
It felt... lonely. Oddly enough, given how much he preferred to be alone.
Night had overcome the summer sunshine and a warm breeze kept him awake. Brokenpaw wasn't sure of where he should sleep among the apprentices, awkwardly sitting within the patches of gorse and heather between the nursery and elders den. Out of the way, watching, waiting for a chance to quietly slip between the bodies and fall asleep. The chance never arrived, or at least he didn't feel ready when it had.
Outside of camp is where he wished to be. It's what he's wanted for moons now and so he set out- careful not to go too far. Getting lost along the rise and fall of hills didn't sound so bad right now, though.
An ear swiveled behind him as the silence was disturbed but the sight of shadow red-painted fur was not an unwelcome one. "Not going back." Brokenpaw warned her, defensive. He had already spent six moons being told what to do, what not to. He craved even the slightest moments of self control, and if the cricketsong of a moonlit nights were the only place he could have that, he would take it.
Honeysucklepaw's outburst had dragged those lingering stares far longer than it would have been had she stayed quiet as he did. Brokenpaw was not as elated as one might be when given the leader of the Clan to train, as that sort of status held such grandeur and bragging rights as some would say. Periwinklebreeze's brood were much more fitting for all of this spotlight. Bilberrypaw with Scorchstreak, Vulturepaw with their father, Dustpaw with Frostwind... Puddlepaw would have been good enough to take his place, then.
It had taken lots of pretending to be normal and unphased by it all until he felt the gradual path to becoming at ease. Sunstar had also given the pitch tom some distance and he used the stretch of time after the meeting to stay near Honeysucklepaw, who was also suddenly uninterested in his company.
It felt... lonely. Oddly enough, given how much he preferred to be alone.
Night had overcome the summer sunshine and a warm breeze kept him awake. Brokenpaw wasn't sure of where he should sleep among the apprentices, awkwardly sitting within the patches of gorse and heather between the nursery and elders den. Out of the way, watching, waiting for a chance to quietly slip between the bodies and fall asleep. The chance never arrived, or at least he didn't feel ready when it had.
Outside of camp is where he wished to be. It's what he's wanted for moons now and so he set out- careful not to go too far. Getting lost along the rise and fall of hills didn't sound so bad right now, though.
An ear swiveled behind him as the silence was disturbed but the sight of shadow red-painted fur was not an unwelcome one. "Not going back." Brokenpaw warned her, defensive. He had already spent six moons being told what to do, what not to. He craved even the slightest moments of self control, and if the cricketsong of a moonlit nights were the only place he could have that, he would take it.
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Brokenpaw
—⊰⋅ apprentice of windclan | 6 months
—⊰⋅ he/him
—⊰⋅ mintshade xgracklestep
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ sh solid black tom with yellow eyes