WELL YOUR FAITH WAS STRONG ✶ hopepaw

[SQUIRRELSONG]

Outside of the meeting, Squirrelpaw had never really gotten the chance to properly congratulate Hopepaw on becoming Gentlestorm's apprentice. But now, as they found themselves stuck in each other's company for the foreseeable future, Squirrelpaw's admiration for Hopepaw's new role grew, and she was determined to show her support.

The blue torbie lay idly in her temporary nest within the medicine den, watching the pale molly bustle around her numerous patients. It was a sudden and drastic change, like being thrown into the deep end of the pond. Hopepaw must be feeling overwhelmed, with no time to adjust before disaster fell upon their clan.

"You look like you were born for this," the girl rasped hoarsely, flashing her friend a warm smile. She knew Hopepaw had always been a bit timid when training to be a warrior, and she hoped that now she felt more in sync with her future. "How're you adjusting?" She inquired softly, trying to hide the concern in her eyes.

While Squirrelpaw had no doubt that the other apprentice would be a fantastic medicine cat, she wanted to make sure that Hopepaw felt the same. "I bet it's a lot of fun working with Gentlestorm. He seems really cool." Not that her former mentor wasn't, but at least now one of them didn't have to suffer through the Lovelight / Lightflower love-fest every day.

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‎‎ooc ✶ info

• [ @HOPEPAW <3 ]

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  SQUIRRELPAW ✶ she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons
  ⭃ lh blue torbie with low white and green eyes // slender but fluffy
  ⭃ single, bisexual, crushing on no one // flamestar x flycatcher
  ⭃ sister to bugpaw, ravenpaw, sunpaw, falconheart and stormfeather
  ⭃ mentored by lightflower // adoptive sister to sparrowpaw
  ⭃ peaceful powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots

 

[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ The sight of her friend so injured makes Hopepaw nervous, even as the other girl easily accepts her presrcibed care and rest. Squirrelpaw is easy to care for—the lilac-furred apprentice just wishes she could say the same for the numerous other patients she's helping take care of. So many hurt cats means she's on her feet all the time, flitting back and forth from patient to patient with whatever remedies and treatments Gentlestorm asks her to administer. With her paws full, the girl feels more useful to her clan than she ever has before. But at the same time…

Hopepaw watched her clanmates receive these injuries. She saw Flamestar take a life from Lichenstar, saw the red tabby rip at the face of a dappled RiverClan cat like she wanted to kill them. She saw Barleysight, life gone from her eyes, and Raccoonstripe, with one less eye to see life in. She feels useful, but she feels… overwhelmed. In too deep. Her paws shake with nerves when she redresses her clanmates' wounds, and they tremble with creeping exhaustion when she crosses the den again and again to retrieve the supplies she needs. It's in the middle of one of these trips across the den that she hears her pale calico friend speaking. You look like you were born for this.

Hopepaw… her fate has always been outlined in stars, hasn't it? Maybe she was born for exactly this. Maybe this is what Leopardtongue gave her life for. Maybe that makes her mother's death worth it.

"Hmm…" she hums absently, in lieu of a proper response. Then it strikes her that she really should answer, and copper eyes lift from the floor to meet Squirrelpaw's gaze. "Oh. You think so?" Her tail gives a grateful twitch. She isn't really adjusting, at all, but at least she's staying busy and not allowing herself to panic over the den full of injured cats. "I'm doing okay—Gentlestorm is a good mentor, he teaches me so much. But… how are you feeling?" Her ears flicker, and she blurts out, "Wait. You should talk less." She pauses then, ears shifting backward as she realizes how her words might come across. She clears her own throat, and rectifies: "I mean… your throat. You shouldn't strain your voice." Will Squirrelpaw's voice always sound like it does now? She hopes it won't, but she doesn't know how she can make sure it won't. Maybe she can ask Gentlestorm…?

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

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  HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan medicine cat apprentice
  
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue ; adopted by roeflame
  ⊱ mentored by gentlestorm
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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