- Jun 7, 2022
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This is the moon Coyotepaw is meant to become a SkyClan warrior. And this pending graduation feels so much heavier than the past two apprentices he’s gotten to warriorhood. Cosmosbloom had been mostly-trained by Vermilionsun already, and Butterflytuft… well, he still believes her potential as a member of SkyClan lies somewhere outside of patrolling and hunting. Coyotepaw, though…
The cream-colored tom had been brought to his Clan as a kit alongside his sibling. Leopardcloud, the WindClan queen, had lied about her relationship to him—and only on her deathbed had she revealed the truth to Blazestar and then her son. Coyotepaw had made the choice to leave the Clan his mother died in to be with his father, a ruthless WindClan warrior, a father his mother had fled to protect him from. His return had been met with suspicion and fury, and Blazestar did not know if Coyotepaw would ever truly be accepted back into SkyClan.
When he looks at his apprentice now, strong and assured, with his mother’s pelt and his father’s green eyes, he sees a cat who has solidified his decision. His conviction is with him now, in his Clan, and Blazestar believes that. Coyotepaw will fight for SkyClan, will die for SkyClan, and although he knows the pale tom will likely spend the rets of his life proving it to those he’d grown up with, Blazestar is proud of him for fighting that battle.
The two of them walk under a sun-dappled trail, pine needles crunching underpaw in withering heat. The wind is still fierce—it’s only days after Snowpath’s death and sequential ceremony, only days since Coyotepaw had lost a denmate he’d known since his initial arrival. Blazestar is quiet, contemplative, but he breaks the wind-wrought silence between them with, “You will be accompanying me to the Gathering this moon.” He levels the young apprentice with a look. “I’d like you to come as a SkyClan warrior. What are your thoughts on that?”
@Coyotepaw
The cream-colored tom had been brought to his Clan as a kit alongside his sibling. Leopardcloud, the WindClan queen, had lied about her relationship to him—and only on her deathbed had she revealed the truth to Blazestar and then her son. Coyotepaw had made the choice to leave the Clan his mother died in to be with his father, a ruthless WindClan warrior, a father his mother had fled to protect him from. His return had been met with suspicion and fury, and Blazestar did not know if Coyotepaw would ever truly be accepted back into SkyClan.
When he looks at his apprentice now, strong and assured, with his mother’s pelt and his father’s green eyes, he sees a cat who has solidified his decision. His conviction is with him now, in his Clan, and Blazestar believes that. Coyotepaw will fight for SkyClan, will die for SkyClan, and although he knows the pale tom will likely spend the rets of his life proving it to those he’d grown up with, Blazestar is proud of him for fighting that battle.
The two of them walk under a sun-dappled trail, pine needles crunching underpaw in withering heat. The wind is still fierce—it’s only days after Snowpath’s death and sequential ceremony, only days since Coyotepaw had lost a denmate he’d known since his initial arrival. Blazestar is quiet, contemplative, but he breaks the wind-wrought silence between them with, “You will be accompanying me to the Gathering this moon.” He levels the young apprentice with a look. “I’d like you to come as a SkyClan warrior. What are your thoughts on that?”
@Coyotepaw
[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]
