- May 17, 2023
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THE HERMIT ─── The warmth of the morning sun as it rose struck his half-lidded stare as he watched the sky begin to shift. Through the dying leaves that desperately clung onto the branches that surrounded him, Rookfang allowed his stiff and tense muscles to slowly release, each muscle unlocking one at a time. He was restless underneath the cloak of the night, so even when there was mostly silence within the murky darkness, it never allowed him to fully settle. Now with them finally back at home, the warrior felt like he had been cut out of the picture and now taped back on, the jagged corners of the separation not glued perfectly together which left cracks of hesitance to feel like he was "home". But was it even really home for him? That was a question that had been tugging at his conscious lately, surging pain any time he tried to focus on the gnawing question. It was searing and nonsensical, if he really did not wish to get his paws dirty with having that self-discussion with himself, it was refusing to budge. So, he simply observed it among the stars as he stayed up for the whole night, waiting for some sort of response but it never gave.
Now with the sun deciding to return and push out the murky veil of the night, his vigilance began to unwind as he knew more bodies would arise little by little, trickling life and activity to the deserted main clearing. He no longer slept within the warrior's den, allowing himself to sleep on the branches of nearby trees to give room to the new clanmates but also to push away the gifts that Hazecloud had placed within his nest that he now wished he had the brutal strength to throw out. Despite his suffocating aura of sober pessimism and rugged appearance, Rookfang had an extremely fragile heart. It was bruised all over and raw from the recent losses in his life but luckily, he was not one to wear it on his sleeve for the world to see. He didn't want anyone to feel sorry for him, what was the point? It felt wasteful on him and he desired nothing more but to simply move on. Like the sun.
With the very thing now warming his figure and coating his dark chocolate fur with a golden hue to it as he stretched on the branch he had stayed up on for the night before dropping down to the ground, a soft thump to show his presence. He knew there were some chores and duties that needed to be done, now with him having a new apprentice. Bumblepaw was a lovely child but there was a certain youth that he would like to focus on before his mentorship responsibilities were called. As he watched the others begin to rise out, his tufted ears pricked toward the direction of the apprentice's den as the large figure strode to his destination. Rookfang knew some loyalties tied him down to still deciding to stay here among the waves of the river and the clan of stream-lined swimmers, but there were specific relationships that were sacred to him. Ones he would never dare to shatter or lose, for they were a part of him as he was a part of them. Especially with the chimera youth who held a very similar glint that was unique to outsiders--like he had been.
As he reached the mouth of the den, he shifted sideways to allow the younger generation to begin to pull themselves into the new day, his jaded mixed stare not catching the familiar pelt. His frown deepened and he sighed, waiting for one last apprentice to leave before deciding to head to the entrance and squeeze himself in. He huffed, forgetting he was no longer the lanky scrap of a rogue child but a full-grown warrior. One that had been honed to battle, only increasing his size. After finally shifting in, his narrowed eyes sought out the pelt of the one he sought and upon seeing it, he stalked with quiet steps to shift next to it, raising a paw to lightly press against Velvetpaw's shoulder to give a gentle shake. "Hey. Wake up. I'll be outside so don't take too long." He wasn't going to harshly drag the apprentice out nor allow him to stay in, so Rookfang decided to stick to the middle ground. He had taken the youth after he had been found abandoned and knowing the scrunity that some Riverclanners had for non-clanborn felines, the tom had been straightforward with defending the kitten. But Velvetkit was now Velvetpaw. The spike-furred warrior knew he couldn't coddle him even if he would like to but he had noticed more fiery snarks and remarks from the child as if there had been too many pokes and probes lately. This worried Rookfang but he knew better than to assume how the other felt so as he finally stumbled awkwardly from the den and sat back on his haunches next to the entrance, he allowed a low sigh to dance out of his jaws into the crisp morning air, watching the ribbons of his hot breath dance as he waited for Velvetpaw to come out.
@Velvetpaw
Now with the sun deciding to return and push out the murky veil of the night, his vigilance began to unwind as he knew more bodies would arise little by little, trickling life and activity to the deserted main clearing. He no longer slept within the warrior's den, allowing himself to sleep on the branches of nearby trees to give room to the new clanmates but also to push away the gifts that Hazecloud had placed within his nest that he now wished he had the brutal strength to throw out. Despite his suffocating aura of sober pessimism and rugged appearance, Rookfang had an extremely fragile heart. It was bruised all over and raw from the recent losses in his life but luckily, he was not one to wear it on his sleeve for the world to see. He didn't want anyone to feel sorry for him, what was the point? It felt wasteful on him and he desired nothing more but to simply move on. Like the sun.
With the very thing now warming his figure and coating his dark chocolate fur with a golden hue to it as he stretched on the branch he had stayed up on for the night before dropping down to the ground, a soft thump to show his presence. He knew there were some chores and duties that needed to be done, now with him having a new apprentice. Bumblepaw was a lovely child but there was a certain youth that he would like to focus on before his mentorship responsibilities were called. As he watched the others begin to rise out, his tufted ears pricked toward the direction of the apprentice's den as the large figure strode to his destination. Rookfang knew some loyalties tied him down to still deciding to stay here among the waves of the river and the clan of stream-lined swimmers, but there were specific relationships that were sacred to him. Ones he would never dare to shatter or lose, for they were a part of him as he was a part of them. Especially with the chimera youth who held a very similar glint that was unique to outsiders--like he had been.
As he reached the mouth of the den, he shifted sideways to allow the younger generation to begin to pull themselves into the new day, his jaded mixed stare not catching the familiar pelt. His frown deepened and he sighed, waiting for one last apprentice to leave before deciding to head to the entrance and squeeze himself in. He huffed, forgetting he was no longer the lanky scrap of a rogue child but a full-grown warrior. One that had been honed to battle, only increasing his size. After finally shifting in, his narrowed eyes sought out the pelt of the one he sought and upon seeing it, he stalked with quiet steps to shift next to it, raising a paw to lightly press against Velvetpaw's shoulder to give a gentle shake. "Hey. Wake up. I'll be outside so don't take too long." He wasn't going to harshly drag the apprentice out nor allow him to stay in, so Rookfang decided to stick to the middle ground. He had taken the youth after he had been found abandoned and knowing the scrunity that some Riverclanners had for non-clanborn felines, the tom had been straightforward with defending the kitten. But Velvetkit was now Velvetpaw. The spike-furred warrior knew he couldn't coddle him even if he would like to but he had noticed more fiery snarks and remarks from the child as if there had been too many pokes and probes lately. This worried Rookfang but he knew better than to assume how the other felt so as he finally stumbled awkwardly from the den and sat back on his haunches next to the entrance, he allowed a low sigh to dance out of his jaws into the crisp morning air, watching the ribbons of his hot breath dance as he waited for Velvetpaw to come out.
@Velvetpaw