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[sealpaw]

Soft white whiskers twitch with anticipation, anxiety dripping through his veins like a melting icicle. It had been a month - no, it was a moon - or so since Seal had stepped paw into SkyClan's territory, much less their camp. The first few weeks with Hawkspine were a breeze. First, they were fun and exciting, allowing a feeling of belonging to blossom deep within his chest. It was as though it were his calling, his destiny, to be one of the clan cats that roamed in the pine trees.

Yet soon he began to be pull at his cheeks, dragging them and his other features downward and around as he groaned over the next session to come. He didn't think he'd ever experienced something so stress-inducing in his life, and it made the oceanic-patterned tom nauseous just to even think back on it now. In just the span of a moon, the boy had experienced all the highs and lows of clan life. And it ended up leaving him sick.

Well, the elements had, at least. The cold from leaf-bare left him bed-ridden, snot dribbling from his nose and red heavy in his eyes. His twoleg had brought him to the vet (or whatever the SkyClanners decided to call it since Seal knew it would be a different word for them) and demanded that he stay in their home for what seemingly felt like forever until he eventually got better. It felt as though that day would never come.

But today he walked among the sea of pines, his nose clear despite the pollen for the first time in ages. Toast wasn't well enough to come with (they too had come down with the same illness he held just a few days prior), so it was a solo trip for the youngster as he skipped through the shrubs. The pep in his step didn't last long though as Seal slowly stopped his joyous prance, ears lowering and eyes casted to the soil. Figfeather had warned him that his last appearance at the border would be his final one if he continued to not show up consistently. But he couldn't help it; it wasn't his fault he got sick so often during the worst of the cold! What, was he just supposed to just learn to tolerate it? He didn't have the thick pelt of most SkyClanners... was he expected to just grow one?

Sighing as he tried to swiftly make his way through the territory, Seal had come up with a genius thought. If Figfeather saw him in camp, maybe she wouldn't do anything! Yes, it made perfect sense! To surround himself by others that may defend him, so that he could speak up to Twitchstar about his side of the story. They would let him stay. Right?

Padding through the brambles with a not-so confident grin on his already curled smile, the boy puffed out his chest and stopped to give a pose. "Hiya, SkyClan! Did'ya miss me?" He giggled with a sarcastic and comedic tone, his mismatched eyes truly showing the worry that lay in his heart. As it beat louder in his chest, Seal wished nothing more than for another opportunity amongst the ranks of the greats.​

i can sing and hear me, know meㅤ ིྀㅤ INFO.ㅤ/ㅤ03/21/2025

• ooc: backwritten to before the storm! also sorry if this is ehh rusty as hell and incoherent i haven't written in ages lmao
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  ■■■■■■■ ✶ sealpaw. daylight apprentice of skyclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  𓆝ㅤafab male, he/him | pansexual, single
  𓆟ㅤ11 moons old | ages every 00/01
  𓆞ㅤmentored by hawkspine | 01.01.2025
  𓆝ㅤsh blue smoke/blue tabby chimera
  𓆟ㅤnpc xx npc | close with toastpaw
  𓆝ㅤwritten by emily, ic opinions | tags‎

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[Howlfire]

It had been a while since Howlfire had seen young Sealpaw's face in camp. She didn't know the young daylighter too well, but as her son's apprentice, she had tried to keep up with his progress both to see how Hawkspine was fairing as a mentor and to see how Sealpaw was adapting.

With how long it had been since Sealpaw had last been here, Howlfire half expected he would not be returning. She would not have faulted him if that was the case, not every daylighter was eager to stay once they had begun training proper, so she was pleased to see him once he made his way through the brambles, announcing his return loudly to the clan. "Hello, Sealpaw," Howlfire mewed, padding up to him. "It's good to see you again!"​

 

[TWITCHSTAR]

The place that daylight warriors held, steadfast in their ranks, was no question in Twitchstar's mind— but he never lied when he greeted them at the border, conditional in allowing them to join. Even in his moons as deputy, he had meant it every time: Clan life was not a game. It wasn't a break from the monotony of whatever a kittypet life entailed, it wasn't a way to experience excitement for a moon before leaving them in the dust. With younger joiners, his judgement was blunted; but still, he couldn't stop the knee-jerk judgement that sparked in his chest at the sight of Sealpaw.

He was old enough to know... to not treat this all flippantly. Howlfire's greeting was warm— Twitchstar's was not thorny, but markedly more withdrawn. Rough fur and stunner-tired eyes flicked over the apprentice's body, checking idly for any sign of injury, any bead of blood or month-woven scar. "We did..." came his reply, lilted with something of a smile; an honesty, despite himself. Searching flickered through the blues of Sealpaw's eyes; a light that didn't quite match the overconfidence written into his voice. "Where have you been?" It wasn't fair, maybe, to let suspicion twitch his eyelids... but he had never been good at suppressing it. ​

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