- Dec 18, 2023
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Wavepaw never really considered himself to be a fragile cat in the past, but the tension that had grown out of Smokestar's recent murder threatened to shatter him to pieces. The idea that his own clanmates, cats that he'd been raised with since birth, could look at his as a traitor simply because he'd come from the same place as Deacon and Sasha truly broke his heart. He knew nothing about the Ripple Colony and their history, and had been raised with the traditions and beliefs of Riverclan since he was only about two weeks old. His dream was to one day become a fierce and mighty warrior of Riverclan, defending the home and clanmates that he loved so much. But now, because of the mistakes of others, he was being treated like an outcast. His recent scuffle with Asphodelpaw in the nursery only proved that his life had gotten miles more complicated because of this situation.
There were still some among them who treated himself and the other loner-born cats with fairness and kindness, however. They were shining lights in a time of darkness. Willowroot and Hazecloud had stuck up for him when Litchentail had announced the execution order on Sasha and Deacon. And Moonpaw, their gentle-hearted medicine cat apprentice, had stuck up for Valepaw when the bullies had mocked him for not being clanborn. The young ivory molly was brave, very brave, and seemed to genuinely care for the wellbeing of others like himself. He admired her deeply for her willingness to step in and fight in their corner when the need arose; not many others would do that, especially at their age.
The thick-furred tomcat stood at the edge of the river, gazing intensely down into its arctic blue waters. The cold of leafbare made the water swell slightly, overriding the banks and lapping at his paws. All that melting snow somehow made it look even clearer than normal, like smooth glass that reflected his conflicted face back at him. He wondered idly if he would have the same courage that Moonpaw did, to stand up for one of his clanmates in a time of need, if he would rise to the occasion or fail in the face of adversity like so many others. He didn't want to let the fear and paranoia change who he was, the way he'd seen it change many a brave warrior when things got bad.
The sharp snap of a branch behind him stirred him from his contemplation, ears swiveling as his eyes turned to land on a familiar white figure not far down the shore. Speaking of... A friendly smile lit up his face as he waved his tail at Moonpaw, wondering at the impeccable timing of her showing up in front of him just as he was thinking about her. "Hi Moonpaw! Watcha doin' out here?" His paws remained firmly planted in the shallow water, not wanting to go over and bother her if she were doing something important, like collecting herbs.
[ @Moonpaw <33 ]
There were still some among them who treated himself and the other loner-born cats with fairness and kindness, however. They were shining lights in a time of darkness. Willowroot and Hazecloud had stuck up for him when Litchentail had announced the execution order on Sasha and Deacon. And Moonpaw, their gentle-hearted medicine cat apprentice, had stuck up for Valepaw when the bullies had mocked him for not being clanborn. The young ivory molly was brave, very brave, and seemed to genuinely care for the wellbeing of others like himself. He admired her deeply for her willingness to step in and fight in their corner when the need arose; not many others would do that, especially at their age.
The thick-furred tomcat stood at the edge of the river, gazing intensely down into its arctic blue waters. The cold of leafbare made the water swell slightly, overriding the banks and lapping at his paws. All that melting snow somehow made it look even clearer than normal, like smooth glass that reflected his conflicted face back at him. He wondered idly if he would have the same courage that Moonpaw did, to stand up for one of his clanmates in a time of need, if he would rise to the occasion or fail in the face of adversity like so many others. He didn't want to let the fear and paranoia change who he was, the way he'd seen it change many a brave warrior when things got bad.
The sharp snap of a branch behind him stirred him from his contemplation, ears swiveling as his eyes turned to land on a familiar white figure not far down the shore. Speaking of... A friendly smile lit up his face as he waved his tail at Moonpaw, wondering at the impeccable timing of her showing up in front of him just as he was thinking about her. "Hi Moonpaw! Watcha doin' out here?" His paws remained firmly planted in the shallow water, not wanting to go over and bother her if she were doing something important, like collecting herbs.
[ @Moonpaw <33 ]
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