- Apr 12, 2024
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Shroudedpaw is trailing after his mentor on a hunting patrol, his agonizingly strict and boring mentor - at least Doespring's unwillingness to bond seems to work out for both of them. Hunt after hunt is failed, and his own patience is growing thin. His angered and grief-stricken mind screams for him to call it quits, to run home and plead for something different - but before he can open his mouth to explain, his ear swivels in just the right way, catching a breeze in a perfect direction - and somewhere amongst the growth, he hears a rustle.
Shroudedpaw holds his tongue. Instead of grabbing his mentor's attention, a tight smile curls his lips, and with quiet steps he turns and stalks away until his wispy tail disappears into the undergrowth, all the while thanking the Stars for their blessing - for their distraction.
SkyClan's stench had reached him several lengths back, but it rests much heavier here. Where the treeline shifts, making way for larger, winding trees, there is a small sun-lit opening adorned with flowers. Picking amongst them, an unfamiliar white and red pelt, whose fur glimmers in the sun as if tipped by dancing stars. Just like Thundergleam. Just like him.
Shroudedpaw stalks along the bushline, gradually drifting more and more into sight; though he is hardly trying to hide himself, as curiosity gets the better of him. The breeze that led the SkyClanner's sound to his ears now carries his scent, a natural blend of bitter and sweet that tickles his nose into a stifled sneeze. This cat is either a fresh patient lingering way too far from his sanctuary or, as his pristine and un-harmed pelt suggests while he nips a bud from its stem, a medicine cat.
Without little regard for whether he may be mistaking the cat's identity, Shroudedpaw speaks decidedly. " You are one of StarClan's chosen, " the boy muses with a drawl thick with wonder and awe, as he takes a small step into the clearing. He has to be - all medicine cats were. Why else would he have a chance meeting with a knowledgeable cat than by Their paws?
" I am, too, " he follows up, albeit much quieter - if he were at all uncertain, he would not admit it. Regardless of what Thundergleam had said. Regardless of Gentlestorm's lack of interest in him. Could this cat see it, too? Even more pressingly, could he answer the questions that Shroudedpaw had, he who had been aching for purpose and meaning for so long? Did you foretell my being here, just as I had? So many questions, that nobody else had been brave enough to answer - but.. oh, where are his manners?
" Shroudedpaw, " the boy mews formally, raising a paw to his chest. Then, " What is your name? "
SHROUDEDPAW ( he/him )
Shroudedpaw holds his tongue. Instead of grabbing his mentor's attention, a tight smile curls his lips, and with quiet steps he turns and stalks away until his wispy tail disappears into the undergrowth, all the while thanking the Stars for their blessing - for their distraction.
SkyClan's stench had reached him several lengths back, but it rests much heavier here. Where the treeline shifts, making way for larger, winding trees, there is a small sun-lit opening adorned with flowers. Picking amongst them, an unfamiliar white and red pelt, whose fur glimmers in the sun as if tipped by dancing stars. Just like Thundergleam. Just like him.
Shroudedpaw stalks along the bushline, gradually drifting more and more into sight; though he is hardly trying to hide himself, as curiosity gets the better of him. The breeze that led the SkyClanner's sound to his ears now carries his scent, a natural blend of bitter and sweet that tickles his nose into a stifled sneeze. This cat is either a fresh patient lingering way too far from his sanctuary or, as his pristine and un-harmed pelt suggests while he nips a bud from its stem, a medicine cat.
Without little regard for whether he may be mistaking the cat's identity, Shroudedpaw speaks decidedly. " You are one of StarClan's chosen, " the boy muses with a drawl thick with wonder and awe, as he takes a small step into the clearing. He has to be - all medicine cats were. Why else would he have a chance meeting with a knowledgeable cat than by Their paws?
" I am, too, " he follows up, albeit much quieter - if he were at all uncertain, he would not admit it. Regardless of what Thundergleam had said. Regardless of Gentlestorm's lack of interest in him. Could this cat see it, too? Even more pressingly, could he answer the questions that Shroudedpaw had, he who had been aching for purpose and meaning for so long? Did you foretell my being here, just as I had? So many questions, that nobody else had been brave enough to answer - but.. oh, where are his manners?
" Shroudedpaw, " the boy mews formally, raising a paw to his chest. Then, " What is your name? "
( ooc ) @DAWNGLARE
