pafp TEN-HUT [ x ] waking hazepaw

[CICADASTAR]

the sun had risen as it always did — a bruise of blue - purple as light breaches the far horizon. the dawn was nicer here, he thinks, splitting ice blue luminaries to peer from the slit in he and smokethroat’s willow den. his jaws split on a gaping yawn, lips pulling back to expose the teeth arching from blushing gums. after a single, gentle swipe of his tongue against his mate’s resting cheek, he unwinds long, twining limbs from warm, dark fur and stands to full, aching height. sleep weighs blearily in his eyes but the early morning mist eases him through the archway, dipping his head and flattening tall ears to avoid the wooden archway up top. his fellow patrol members are pulling themselves from the warriors den, their apprentices dragging tail from their own nests shortly after.

a quick glance about tells him that his apprentice is not yet awake, roaming their newly reinhabited camp — any longer and they would be late. cicadastar flicks his tail, takes in a deep breath ; hazepaw was a brilliant apprentice. eager and enthusiastic, though her behavior could use a bit of fine tuning. waking late was bad for the clan, cost them the prey that ventures out for their breakfast. after a brief pause to clean cow licked curls, the chimera leisurely trods towards the apprentice den, calls a, ” hazepaw, weve dawn patrol this morning. up, up! “ into the woven cavern, waiting for the sleepy mumble of acceptance before turning upon sharp heels, ivory paws leading him towards a particularly plump salmon lying atop their restocked pile in wait.

it’s long after he’s licked the remnants from his narrow jaw does he realize the sun has grown high, pink beginning to give way to deeper blues. he is sitting, a paw unsheathed and tapping idle claws against the pebbled shore underfoot and — hazepaw had yet to emerge. impatience gnaws at him, itching in his paws urging him to storm into the den once more, barking orders but hazepaw was not the only one resting. he was going to throttle them, by the stars.. perhaps it was by chance he spots it, tossing his head to the side and spotting it tucked just near the nursery — a moss ball, large and soft. an idea spurs. the man stands with a flourish, flicks an ear towards the patrol waiting alongside him, ” just a moment. “

moments later, he is here. a ball of moss drips heavily with water drawn from their riverbed, cold with newleaf dawn. the apprentices den is large, constructed to be large and sturdy after the collapse moons ago and the mottled feline blinks wide, waits for salt blue eyes to adjust to the sudden looming darkness. it wasn’t difficult to find the apprentice, lying where he had woken them at the barest sunrise. they are sprawled in their nest, still asleep — just as he had figured they would be. holding the moss ball tender in his jaws, cicadastar steps silently over the youth dotting their nests, sleeping sound until their mentors come to wake them for training. just as he was doing now, reaching the blue feline’s nest and looking down at her snoozing face, tilts an ear at the light snore the surrounds them. they looked comfortable.. he leans forward and squeezes the moss ball, aiming to dump out chilly river water onto the youth’s head, hollering around the flora — ” schnell, the river isn’t getting any warmer! let’s go, let’s go! “

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• i. @Hazepaw they’re bullying eachother < 3
  
• ˖ ⁺ ｡ ˚ ⠀ CICADASTAR⠀⠀−−−c−−−⠀⠀king of the rivers.
  
  
  m. he / him. black smoke & tortoiseshell chimera with intense salt - blue eyes. a handsome, looming tom bearing patchwork black - silver curls that fall over his slim figure in loose, shining rivulets, broken with white and glossy from his fish diet. descending from a heritage of overtyped oriental shorthairs, cicadastar stands unusually tall amongst his peers, and holds himself with a tragic grace, poised and prim and ever - aware of how he is being perceived.
  
  ᨒ gay, mated to smokethroat. smells like wet stone & moss.
  ᨒ speaks with a german accent. 43 moons, ages every 50 posts.
  
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[Hazewish]

TRAVELER, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED (AND NOW YOU MUST GO) ⋆⁺₊⋆

Early to bed, early to rise; maybe that is why Hazepaw is so rarely out of their nest before their mentor comes to drag them out of it. They like the nocturnal hours, the gentle gaze of Starclan above, the quiet, and most of all the lack of oversight. What apprentices do after their training and chores is their own business as long as they’re not breaking any rules… and Hazepaw has gotten very, very good at not breaking rules where anyone can see them. It just takes a little creativity, and willingness to forgo sleep for a while.

Last night was one such occasion. Catfishpaw figured out a really nice spot near the (mostly new to them) camp with ten thousand lightning bugs, and the two of them snuck out in the dead of night to watch them jump over the river, like a liquid mirror of the sky.

They slipped back into the apprentice’s den hours after everyone else had gone to sleep; Hazepaw had been looking forward to sleeping in. Unfortunately her mentor seems to have other plans.

His voice drifts from outside, indistinguishable from a dream to the deep-sleeping apprentice. She shifts a little, just awake enough to acquiesce to unheard words and stretch before drifting off once more. In her dreams she is chasing glowing frogs, croaking hoarse orders as they bounce around. One of them slips between her claws, diving into the river, and when she goes to follow it—

The river invites itself into her reality as well as her dream.

Water crashes over their muzzle and Hazepaw startles with a choked yowl, rolling over in an attempt to protect themself from— they blink owlishly, staring at the bicolor pelt of their mentor. He’s holding a moss ball in his mouth, the fiend!

Hazepaw glares mulishly at her own personal torturer. ”Rude.”

Then, a calculating glint comes to shine in her eyes. Oh so he wants to get damp, huh? Quickly, forgetting the other sleeping apprentices around them, she shakes herself vigorously, droplets of water flying everywhere from the long, water-logged strands of her ruff.

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[LAKEMOON]

LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side.
The days seemed to escape her as of late, since Riverclan had been able to reclaim what was left of their broken home.
What little free time the stoic warrior let herself have was dedicated to Lilybloom, whereas the rest of Lakemoons day was spent on reparations, hunting, and staring blankly at the river.
She tells herself that today will be the day she steps in, that she’ll let the rivers surface creep to her chest and keep her breath steady.
By the time she’d be passing the apprentices den on her way out, while the camp was still quiet in the cast of pink and lavender, Cicadastar’s rousing voice, muffled by a woven barrier, would cause her to pause for a moment to look over her shoulder.
She watches as the leader gives his apprentice a less-than peaceful awakening, and Hazepaw eagerly matching his spirit.
She almost hums to herself in amusement, a sweet but distant memory of her and Houndstride echoing from somewhere in the back of her mind.
It was a special thing, the relationship between apprentice and mentor, one that Lakemoon was excited to form herself.
"Morning, you two." She’d greet from where she was a short distance away, narrowly-shaped azure optics focusing on Hazepaw. "I wouldn’t worry too much, there’s plenty of time to get him back for that." She hummed, her voice betraying none of her amusement as she dips her head to Cicadastar.
She had her own share of the river to get to, hopefully before too many others awoke.

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[Mosspool]

Mosspaw poked her head back into the apprentice den at the sound of a startled yowl from her sibling. She had been about to set out for training before she heard the cry. Like most other mornings, she had awoken early. Her sleeping patterns were the strict opposite of Hazepaw, she went to bed before the sun set and rose before it too.

There was a touch of concern in her expression before she appraised the situatuion. As soon as she saw Cicadastar standing above her sibling's nest all her worry immediately vanished. Hazepaw's tendancy to get on the nerves of the leader of Riverclan was baffling to her sister, even more so the fact that they never seemed to care at all. It was like she had never learned what the word respect meant.

Mosspaw shot Hazepaw a look.

"You should be up already." Her tone was completely unsympathetic, and she quickly ducked right back out of the den in order to continue about her day.​

 

[iciclefang]

Watching Cicadastar with Hazepaw gives Iciclefang an odd feeling, half-nostalgia and half-wistfulness. Though she’d told Ravenpaw otherwise, she is anxious to get an apprentice of her own, to pass on everything Smokethroat has taught her, to make up for her many mistakes. She attempts to hide the longing in her blue eyes, padding close to Lakemoon and flicking her sister’s mate’s flank with a dark-tipped tail. Mosspaw says in a prim voice that reminds her of herself that Hazepaw should be awake already. Iciclefang is reminded they are siblings, and she smiles indulgently.

“You’ll get used to it eventually. I hated early mornings for so long.” How undisciplined she’d been. Smokethroat had had his job cut out for him.
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