private strength and gratitude // vulturepaw

[Periwinklebreeze.]

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WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 26 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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With yellowcough now behind them, Periwinklebreeze seems eager to jump back into things. There is an adjustment period, of course - days where Periwinklebreeze tests his own boundaries, tests his apprentices. But the burn in his lungs is gone, leaving behind only the echoes of a cough in the back of his throat. He can run again - hunt again, live again.

The false-pointed tom can't quite hide the joy that glows in his eyes - even now, with sunstar avoiding him and Thriftfeathers presence painting a painful reminder of his sins for all to see - he smiles, motions languid as he rouses his apprentice. They're up before the sun today - truthfully, periwinklebreeze never goes to sleep at all, but the tom would never begrudge his child those needed hours of rest.

He says little until they've left camp - solo, because he cannot be bothered to share this time with others, not yet anyways. The path his weaves is a familiar one - he's walked this same stretch most moons, with one mentor after another after another. It's nostalgic - to be here with his own apprentice, after all he's lived through. " We've h-had little t-time to train, with w-well... everything, " he says at last, drawing to a halt. " But I trust you've... g-g-grasped the b-basics, " there are things that can be taught even in kithood, and things that can't.

" T-today, we're g-g-going to hunt - p-put your t-training into p-practice, " Training can only go so far - it is practice which makes perfection, something Peri knows well - he'd struggled his way to making his first catch just like any other apprentice. It'd only gotten easier with each subsequent success.

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I ' V E - A L W A Y S - B E E N - R E A L - B A D - W I T H - C H A N G E

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// @Vulturepaw

 

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Vulturepaw does not bounce back as easily as her father does. She is young, and everything feels world-ending. The lost time - nearly a whole moon - throws the world off-kilter. He is behind, terribly so, and the gulf of missing knowledge feels insurmountable.

It is with a yawn that Vulturepaw follows behind Periwinklebreeze, roused early and not yet fully lucid. He is quiet, as are the moors; no birdsong yet greets them. It is eerie, in the dim. Still, he blinks away both sleepiness and apprehension at his mentor's words. "You - you think so?" He asks tentatively. Truthfully, they don't feel like they've grasped much of anything - but, more than likely, it is their own thrumming nerves which makes them feel that way.

He'll never get anywhere if he doesn't move on. He needs to be ready, even if he doesn't feel like it. He's not sure if he'll ever feel like it. "Okay," he breathes. Then, stronger: "Okay." Wide amber eyes latch onto his father's half-clouded gaze, hold steady. "Hunting..." He echoes. "I c-c-c... I c-can d-do that." He hopes so, at least.

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 27 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Theres a confidence in the toms words when he speaks next, warm and genuine - " I'm s-sure you will, " he agrees, giving a slow blink at his apprentice. Even if he doesn't, it's not as though Periwinklebreeze wll be disappointed - but he'd decided long ago to only think good thoughts if he could help it. Their families luck was poor enough as it as. " T-tell me what you smell - any sc-scents nearby? " voice lowers carefully, his own jaws parted as head jerks in a gesture, but he doesn't move further from their place. Today he'll let vulturepaw lead - like a bird leaving the nest, theres only so much paw-holding that he can do.

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I ' V E - A L W A Y S - B E E N - R E A L - B A D - W I T H - C H A N G E

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Though Periwinklebreeze's assurance eases some of the worried knot in his chest, Vulturepaw still doesn't quite feel confident. The lead is shifted to him, and he falters. "Um..." They know that they shouldn't need their dad to hold their paw, but... The certainty of their own words feels hollow, still.

They sniff the air for a moment, pad a few steps from their dad. Their jaw parts, but they do not go far. After a moment, they speak. "I'm - I'm not sure. It all smells stale..." Nothing has been here recently, and he doesn't know whether to follow or keep searching. A glance back to Periwinklebreeze, sheepish. "Should we t-try somewhere else?"

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / any, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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