- Mar 3, 2024
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They feel pressure beating down on them from all sides — leafbare's hellish wrath on the horizon, mounting tensions with ThunderClan, the general weight upon their shoulders as a result of being the child of a lead warrior and a leader. It's been wearing them ragged as well as driving them to push themselves harder than they ever had before. SkyClan was counting on them. Their kin was encouraging them. Blazestar, assumedly, was watching them from above.
However, pressure created diamonds, after all.
It had been a long and difficult path, forging mental and physical muscle from practically nothing. Lionpaw had been a meek child, the most reserved and cowardly out of their littermates. Candorpaw and Hollypaw possessed natural charisma and passion, something that the chocolate torbie point had not been born with. Only through rigorous training with Crowsight had Lionpaw unearthed a penchant for serving his clan — hunting, patrolling, the art of combat. Not that he was the best at everything; in fact, it had taken moons for him to turn the tide and begin winning spars and securing noteworthy kills. He was still learning, as a matter of fact. But, for once, Lionpaw feels as if he is at his peak. He wasn't the scared, wide-eyed apprentice he was when Skyclaw had pinned him and nearly clawed his eye out all those moons ago.
Frost particles cling to their long fur as they maneuver on slippery ground. Lionpaw had slipped—even fallen—a few times but had quickly scrambled to his paws every time. His azure optics were trained on his brother, watching his movements like a hawk and either dodging or recovering as best as he could from every hit that was made. The two tussled hard; they fought like warriors, as their assessments were imminent. However, a victor finally is pronounced as Candorpaw goes thud onto the frosty ground.
Lionpaw seemingly surprises himself, pale cream chest heaving and falling as adrenaline still pumps through his veins. His dark brown paws hold his red-pointed littermate down for a few moments more as he is unable to resist soaking up the mixed feeling of relief and success. Finally, finally, Lionpaw had bested Candorpaw in something. Hollypaw had once told them that they weren't "lion-like." It feels good to finally prove that sentiment wrong.
Reality quickly sets in, and the tired trainee gives a nod of acknowledgment to his brother while stepping off of him. He fought well, too. Anticipation itches at the chocolate torbie's paws as he thinks about their upcoming warrior assessments. Hopefully they would pass and they would all have their names bestowed by Orangestar, together.
However, pressure created diamonds, after all.
It had been a long and difficult path, forging mental and physical muscle from practically nothing. Lionpaw had been a meek child, the most reserved and cowardly out of their littermates. Candorpaw and Hollypaw possessed natural charisma and passion, something that the chocolate torbie point had not been born with. Only through rigorous training with Crowsight had Lionpaw unearthed a penchant for serving his clan — hunting, patrolling, the art of combat. Not that he was the best at everything; in fact, it had taken moons for him to turn the tide and begin winning spars and securing noteworthy kills. He was still learning, as a matter of fact. But, for once, Lionpaw feels as if he is at his peak. He wasn't the scared, wide-eyed apprentice he was when Skyclaw had pinned him and nearly clawed his eye out all those moons ago.
Frost particles cling to their long fur as they maneuver on slippery ground. Lionpaw had slipped—even fallen—a few times but had quickly scrambled to his paws every time. His azure optics were trained on his brother, watching his movements like a hawk and either dodging or recovering as best as he could from every hit that was made. The two tussled hard; they fought like warriors, as their assessments were imminent. However, a victor finally is pronounced as Candorpaw goes thud onto the frosty ground.
Lionpaw seemingly surprises himself, pale cream chest heaving and falling as adrenaline still pumps through his veins. His dark brown paws hold his red-pointed littermate down for a few moments more as he is unable to resist soaking up the mixed feeling of relief and success. Finally, finally, Lionpaw had bested Candorpaw in something. Hollypaw had once told them that they weren't "lion-like." It feels good to finally prove that sentiment wrong.
Reality quickly sets in, and the tired trainee gives a nod of acknowledgment to his brother while stepping off of him. He fought well, too. Anticipation itches at the chocolate torbie's paws as he thinks about their upcoming warrior assessments. Hopefully they would pass and they would all have their names bestowed by Orangestar, together.
- @CROWSIGHT @CANDORPAW but no need to wait
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