- Dec 25, 2022
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TAGS — Icepaw- no, Icebreath feels like she's been in a daze since her ceremony earlier in the day. Not much has changed, really; how much can realistically change in the span of several hours? Though things do feel slightly off. She'd gone patrolling, like usual, but this time without her (former) mentor's company and guidance. Nightmareface's absence was very much felt; as confident as they usually feel in the tunnels, the lack of her watchful gaze (metaphorically speaking, given the darkness) and quick critiques left them second guessing almost everything they did. And returning home without the responsibility of her typical chores just leaves her feeling aimless. The molly stands frozen after depositing her catch on the fresh-kill pile, wondering what they should do now. Indecision and insecurity lull her into a zoned out state for a bit; she stares off into space through round eyes, wondering if she's supposed to be doing anything in particular. Most cats seem to be sharing tongues right now as the sun readies itself to set, but she hesitates to join them (more so than usual). What if there's some kind of warrior-specific responsibility she hasn't been told about, or was supposed to pick up on and didn't, and heading off to relax earns her a scolding? The thought of messing up her first day is distressing, to say the least. But also... how likely is that, really? Wouldn't someone have told her? Probably. Yeah.
Eventually she snaps herself out of her daze and looks around, pale gaze ultimately coming to rest on Sunstride some ways off. Though he's intimidating in some ways, given his ranking, in most others he feels very safe. Sometimes he even seems oddly attuned to Icepaw- Icebreath's anxiety, drifting to her side with an encouraging smile or an inspiring remark, and while she doesn't know if it's ever intentional it's greatly appreciated nonetheless. She often fondly looks back on his storytelling, too, happily recalling the wonder she'd felt while listening. Such fantastical pictures he paints — and yet she knows in her heart that they're all true, that he's as noble and fearless as his tales suggest, even if some of the others who'd listened had been skeptical. She'd lost herself to daydreams for too long to keep track of after that, wondering what it'd be like to be in his position. A wonderful distraction, she realizes. Maybe Wolfsong can even get involved — his prior contribution had been equally enthralling, and she trusts that he has plenty of tales to share himself.
Inevitably she gravitates to him, approaching with an air of tentativeness, still a bit worried that he might quickly send her off with some kind of chore or duty — though he'd definitely be kind about it, she's sure. Her self-consciousness increases with each step, already feeling a bit silly about her upcoming request. She's a warrior now, an adult. Yeah, right. If anything, she feels more childish than she's ever felt in the wake of her ceremony, a kitten in a warrior's pelt. But everyone else probably sees her in a new light, with new expectations. She has to remind herself that this is Sunstride. He's even gentle with the likes of Silverpaw; she should be fine. Right? Right.
"Hi, Sunstride, how're you?" she greets the lead warrior with a dip of her head and a smile that doesn't entirely reach her weary, nervous eyes. After waiting for his reply, she goes on with a pounding heart. "Um, sorry if this is, like, weird or anything... but I was wondering if you maybe, uh, have any stories to tell?" She pauses briefly, light blue gaze dropping to the ground. "I just really enjoyed it that one time a while ago. But no pressure if you're not in the mood or anything." I just need a distraction right now, she wants to say, but the thought of letting that on is inconceivable — although her stressed demeanor is likely a giveaway without the confession.
@SUNSTRIDE
Eventually she snaps herself out of her daze and looks around, pale gaze ultimately coming to rest on Sunstride some ways off. Though he's intimidating in some ways, given his ranking, in most others he feels very safe. Sometimes he even seems oddly attuned to Icepaw- Icebreath's anxiety, drifting to her side with an encouraging smile or an inspiring remark, and while she doesn't know if it's ever intentional it's greatly appreciated nonetheless. She often fondly looks back on his storytelling, too, happily recalling the wonder she'd felt while listening. Such fantastical pictures he paints — and yet she knows in her heart that they're all true, that he's as noble and fearless as his tales suggest, even if some of the others who'd listened had been skeptical. She'd lost herself to daydreams for too long to keep track of after that, wondering what it'd be like to be in his position. A wonderful distraction, she realizes. Maybe Wolfsong can even get involved — his prior contribution had been equally enthralling, and she trusts that he has plenty of tales to share himself.
Inevitably she gravitates to him, approaching with an air of tentativeness, still a bit worried that he might quickly send her off with some kind of chore or duty — though he'd definitely be kind about it, she's sure. Her self-consciousness increases with each step, already feeling a bit silly about her upcoming request. She's a warrior now, an adult. Yeah, right. If anything, she feels more childish than she's ever felt in the wake of her ceremony, a kitten in a warrior's pelt. But everyone else probably sees her in a new light, with new expectations. She has to remind herself that this is Sunstride. He's even gentle with the likes of Silverpaw; she should be fine. Right? Right.
"Hi, Sunstride, how're you?" she greets the lead warrior with a dip of her head and a smile that doesn't entirely reach her weary, nervous eyes. After waiting for his reply, she goes on with a pounding heart. "Um, sorry if this is, like, weird or anything... but I was wondering if you maybe, uh, have any stories to tell?" She pauses briefly, light blue gaze dropping to the ground. "I just really enjoyed it that one time a while ago. But no pressure if you're not in the mood or anything." I just need a distraction right now, she wants to say, but the thought of letting that on is inconceivable — although her stressed demeanor is likely a giveaway without the confession.
@SUNSTRIDE