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slatepaw
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// taking place after this thread. cw for abuse mentions
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slatepaw followed lynxtooth back to camp, wordlessly lingering just outside while his father ventured in. he said he'd be home in a minute, but he just.. needed to think. the apprentice paced a ways back, close enough to camp to not cause alarm for him being out alone in this weather, but just far enough that he could be left alone.
the apprentice was fluffed up, bruised and scratched - not bad enough to scar, but bad enough to signify a rough battle. had the apprentice been a part of the raid patrol, it might be expected. all he was doing was training.
that's all it was, right? training? his father's belittling words, piercing claws pushing him past the edge of exhaustion.
anger was bubbling up inside the normally quiet and collected apprentice. threatening to overspill. he felt like a hot bubble of frustration was growing inside of him, threatening to pop him like a balloon. slatepaw tensed his muscles, clenched his claws. eventually, he snapped. explosively, the apprentice shouted, howled, kicked at the snow around him, an alarming display for anyone who knew him. like a rabid animal.
after his outburst, which only lasted a mere minute or so, slatepaw sat down in the fresh layer of snow, heaving as the adrenaline wore off and the exhaustion set in. hot tears streamed down his face, freezing on the ends of his whiskers. though he was loud, he wouldn't have expected anyone to approach him. rather, he figured they'd investigate from affair, or recognize his voice as shrug it off as a quiet cat blowing off bottled up steam. either way, while he hoped that he'd be alone in this moment, there was a deep longing for someone to lean on.
slatepaw was not born in windclan, but raised as if he was. it was expected of him to never question authority, and follow sootstar and her faith blindly. while for the past five moons he'd done so successfully, keeping his problems quietly to himself, the clan was growing increasingly unstable. sootstar was now looking to his own father for violence on her behalf, a hound for her to deploy against those who stand against her. did that mean she'd permit harsher punishments against slatepaw from his father? ever since the raid patrol came back, cats have been exiled left and right, or left on their own accord. security would be tighter, with loyalist eyes watching every corner of the clan. knowing this, slatepaw knew he wasn't safe.
but i am loyal, he thought halfheartedly. or, at least, he had to convince himself he was. his brother was here, and lynxtooth- while he was harsh on him both verbally and physically, was it truly to make him a better warrior? i am loyal.. right?
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slatepaw
7 moons - windclan apprentice - speech
7 moons - windclan apprentice - speech
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slatepaw followed lynxtooth back to camp, wordlessly lingering just outside while his father ventured in. he said he'd be home in a minute, but he just.. needed to think. the apprentice paced a ways back, close enough to camp to not cause alarm for him being out alone in this weather, but just far enough that he could be left alone.
the apprentice was fluffed up, bruised and scratched - not bad enough to scar, but bad enough to signify a rough battle. had the apprentice been a part of the raid patrol, it might be expected. all he was doing was training.
that's all it was, right? training? his father's belittling words, piercing claws pushing him past the edge of exhaustion.
anger was bubbling up inside the normally quiet and collected apprentice. threatening to overspill. he felt like a hot bubble of frustration was growing inside of him, threatening to pop him like a balloon. slatepaw tensed his muscles, clenched his claws. eventually, he snapped. explosively, the apprentice shouted, howled, kicked at the snow around him, an alarming display for anyone who knew him. like a rabid animal.
after his outburst, which only lasted a mere minute or so, slatepaw sat down in the fresh layer of snow, heaving as the adrenaline wore off and the exhaustion set in. hot tears streamed down his face, freezing on the ends of his whiskers. though he was loud, he wouldn't have expected anyone to approach him. rather, he figured they'd investigate from affair, or recognize his voice as shrug it off as a quiet cat blowing off bottled up steam. either way, while he hoped that he'd be alone in this moment, there was a deep longing for someone to lean on.
slatepaw was not born in windclan, but raised as if he was. it was expected of him to never question authority, and follow sootstar and her faith blindly. while for the past five moons he'd done so successfully, keeping his problems quietly to himself, the clan was growing increasingly unstable. sootstar was now looking to his own father for violence on her behalf, a hound for her to deploy against those who stand against her. did that mean she'd permit harsher punishments against slatepaw from his father? ever since the raid patrol came back, cats have been exiled left and right, or left on their own accord. security would be tighter, with loyalist eyes watching every corner of the clan. knowing this, slatepaw knew he wasn't safe.
but i am loyal, he thought halfheartedly. or, at least, he had to convince himself he was. his brother was here, and lynxtooth- while he was harsh on him both verbally and physically, was it truly to make him a better warrior? i am loyal.. right?
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༶•┈┈⛧┈★ just a castaway, an island lost at sea