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Useless.
It was a word he was so attuned to that every utterance of it sang through his veins and stabbed into him like a targetted attack. When he heard it his mind flooded with guilt, even if it wasn't directed at him; so deeply ingrained in his being that he responded to just the mention of it reflexively. And perhaps he was, perhaps to some degree he was just that. Useless.
Sunfreckle was not a skilled hunter, not a fighter with any sense of refinement, easily distracted and prone to bouts of laziness. At a glance he was a soft kittypet taking advantage of a clan's kindness to get by and he even being aware of it did not change this fact. Nothing could change this perception of himself he felt was so blatant, except him.
Losing Dovekit was an open wound, he felt as if he was living in a lucid haze; dreaming in his waking days as if the world ceased with the stopping of that tiny heartbeat. He couldn't save her, but it was not a battle he could have won. He held no resentment to Cinderfrost who he knew felt just as guilty as he did for not realizing the extent of the kit's illness. They wouldn't fight what they couldn't see, sickness was not a combatant one could crush beneath claws and tear out with teeth. It was something he could not defeat, it made them all useless.
But where he could not save his daughter her illness, he could save his other kits and his clan elsewhere. Sunfreckle could not defeat the lurking death deep inside a cat that drew them into the earth, but he could hone himself otherwise. His anxiety, his apprehensions, they were obstacles stopping him from shaking the word from his pelt; he could be better. He knew he was capable of it, but for a sword to be tempered and readied for battle it must first be heated and beaten into shape; honed to perfection and it was this that scared him. It would be a lie to say he did not wish to be made uncomfortable, to be in pain, he thought having kits was the closest he'd come to suffering but he knew now there was no pain more horrific than having your heart split asunder.
Sunfreckle had decided then he would not permit this pain again if he was capable of preventing it.
Howling Wind had once mentioned to him an offer to 'show him some tips' some time before, but he had dismissed her with a friendly assurance he was fine. It took this long to realize that perhaps it was the deputy's attempt at kindly encouraging him to work on himself. To stop laying around camp too afraid to take the first step that would leave him a capable warrior. Emberstar would never give a cat as unrefined as him an apprentice, he would continue to be looked on as something soft and useless to be protected if he did not step up. So he sought the older cat out, spotting her at the edge of the camp and approaching with a determined, hobbling step and a wary smile.
"...Howling Wind, I'm sorry to bother you..." Last chance to back out, but he swallowed hard and pushed on, "..are you busy? I was wondering if perhaps I could..take you up on some combat training...?" Sunfreckle was a big cat, but he was big in the way a cloud was; formless and unimposing. There was no doubt in his mind the dutiful tabby would easily thrash him and it did make him uneasy thinking about it, but...if he wanted to improve then he would need to learn to take his lumps.
@HOWLING WIND
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