pafp Show me what you go || o. Bothering apprentices

[Shardpaw.]

Windrise​

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Shardkit once again managed to escape away from their parent, small paws scampering across the clearing of Skyclan's camp while crystal blue eyes began to search for someone to bother, thinking that would be far more interesting than staying in the nursery and playing mossball with their sibling, their tiny chest puffed out while tail stood up as they made their way to their unwilling victim, a apprentice this time whomst had been minding their business when Shardkit had approached.

"What is it like being an apprentice? Could you teach me something? Who's your mentor?" questions began to floos out of the curious kit, something that seemed to be quite the common occurrenc with the little ones, since they were all normally cooped up inside until it was time for them to become apprentices themselves. Shardkit's ears perked up while an wide-eyed look dance on their tiny face, this was much more better than dealing with moma and the others, mossball gets boring after awhile but Shardkit knows that their mother will not be pleased when they realize on of her kits had snuck off once more.​

"speak""Thoughts"​

@Coyotepaw !! ))

 

[Coyotecrest]

Angry at all the things I can't change

Coyotepaw exits the elder's den with a mouth full of stale old bedding after replacing it with fresh springy moss. Gingerly the cream colored tom busies himself with discarding the old material when he notices shardkit amble over rather excitedly. He is given no time to greet the kitten, for they immediately begin to bombard him with question after question, causing the former windclanner to blink in surprise. It almost amazed him how fast Shardkit spoke without becoming tongue tied over their own words. Regardless a very small smile touches the boy's lips. He recalled a time when he was just as eager to rid himself of the nursery and dive head first into the life of an apprentice. "It's a lot of work, but necessary and well worth it. We help the warriors keep the clan running smoothly." He begins softly.

His tail flicks thoughtfully as he turns to fully face the child. What could he teach them? "Hmm, how about showing me your best hunter's crouch?" Within one fluid motion Coyotepaw lowers himself to the ground, muscles teetering a fine line of taunt and loose as he creeps a circular line around Shardkit. He nearly appears to float, belly and tail mere centimeters from the earthen flooring. "Try to take light steps to keep your noise level down. A noisy hunter scares all the prey away." He admits before slowly standing upright once more. In regards to his mentor he falters. He still did not have one as of yet, not since Sootstar. ​

when you're lost in the universe don't lose faith​

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[DAWNGLARE]

It's a bad sign, bad omen, that one. His pure existence spells disaster, and its a shame so many of their own are willing to forget on a whim. One good dream is all it took to them, when really, it should have been several. He'd thought everyone had known. One budding flower is a sprinkling of luck... but if you see sweet flowers and lively fruit and glistening light, all together, all in a row (That such order only!) Is when forgiveness was meant to be.

No good thing, to let that one chat with their youth. Though, he does not doubt this one was already a goner. She seemed as such. He in his kithood had easily been able to pick the good from the bad, the ripe from the rotten. To tottle with questions to the worst to answer them, yes... her life would only be a disaster from here on out. Cue the obituary... Dawnglare mourns on his mind. Mourn being something out of necessity, some little thing. Did he take the time to truly and properly distress over all of the world's tragedies, he would be ugly and grey...

"We–?" Why, he'd think this one only served to further headache for every one of them! Whether it be Wind or Sky, his existence is blasphemy, mind a nuisance. Dawnglare would shake his head despairingly, akin to a sorry old widow. The youth and their lying... The youth and their forgetfulness. What position was he in, over this little one? The both of them had worms for brains, most certainly. "He is a liar, dear," he says to the kit, face scrunched in his rows of woes. "Don't teeter too close to his trickery...! You understand."​