pafp WHEN I WAKE UP IM AFRAID ♡ prompt/"tough love"

[Petalnose]

The rivers were beginning to ice over more, being a previous victim to slidding upon the shallows. Fish were diving deeper which meant land hunting or longer trips of fishing would be required. Petalnose found more success with land hunting, being quick and able to blend in with the environment with ease. Patience was more difficult and frozen paws weren't her taste, but for now she stuck by the river to appease to their clan's taste. She was as successful as she could get for leafbare, baring a carp and a bream. An sharp exhale of impatience clouded in the air as her eyes layed upon her small pile. Then she shifted it upon her patrol members to check in the success.

Asphodelpaw had caught her attention, seeming to hesitate at a catch. The fish surfaced at thin ice, an easy break for catch in the lead's eyes. Her eyes narrowed a bit, taking steps forward to stand near the apprentice's shoulder. "What are you doing?" Her words tugged at impatience and disapproval, "We can't waste an opportunity this season. The ice is fragile." Was he not feeling well? Was he a drypaw? Her fire had been controlled for the while, shoving it back until she listened for reason. However, it was easy to detect the frustration in her tone and posture. She hoped her suspicions weren't true, fear of the element wasn't so helpful for the productivity of their clan. Petalnose hoped her warning would push him this patrol and a note to mentor.

@Asphodelpaw

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[Asphodelrain]

*+:｡.｡ Too long had passed. Too. Long! But for as loud as his thoughts screamed at him, his paw simply would not move. It lingered over the ice, as though caught by a tangle of invisible willow tree branches, instincts failing him as the fish swam close, close, and then with a flick of it's silvery tail it was gone. Too long. Asphodelpaw had hesitated too long.

Too long he'd been unable to get over his fears, for too...damn...long!

And now it would seem time was up.

Asphodelpaw flinches back as Petalnose's sharp snap yanked him out of his frozen thoughts. "I - I -" he's a mess of useless stutters, pawing at thing air for any possible answer to give the strict molly. Instead, the boy caves, crouching low as if expecting a blow - but it isn't a physical one he fears. No, the terrible drop of judgment, the final nail in the coffin on his state as a warrior. He'd begged Starlightpaw to not tell anyone, and yet here he was - practically wordlessly confessing anyway!

Hoping to salvage anything, the boy finally squeaked, "I - I wasn't ready," to touch the water, "to make the proper killing blow" Surely she'd believe that?

*+:｡.｡ Updated 11/22/23

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  GENERAL:
  ☆ Asphodelpaw
  ☆ DMAB— He/Him — Unsure
  ☆ 8 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☆ Mentored by Crashingtide
  ☆ Riverclan — Apprentice
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☆ Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☆ Attack in bold #9fc3fc
  injuries: None currently

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[Nettlepaw-]

NETTLEPAW ♂
RIVERCLAN
APPRENTICE
FOUR MOONS
BLIND IN BOTH EYES
BIOGRAPHY AND TAGS
APPRENTICED TO PIKESPLASH
PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH​

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Nettlepaw hadn't caught anything. How could he? While other RiverClanners scooped fish from the waters as if it were natural, Nettlepaw could only stare sightlessly at the thin, broken ice, completely uncertain of where to even begin. The water was too cold to dip his paws in, and even if he did, he'd just be flailing about blindly, frightening all the fish off from the rest of the patrol. It seemed Nettlepaw wasn't the only apprentice having trouble, though. Asphodelpaw had attracted the sour attention of one of the clan's lead warriors. Blind eyes narrow as tail tip flicks back and forth with irritation. He can't help it. The seal of his stony jaw breaks and teeth flash.

"Maybe we should try land hunting instead." The suggestion is spoken harshly. The boy's annoyance was clear enough in the way his tail lashed against the cold ground. "This clearly isn't working." A paw gestures vaguely toward the icy river. Nettlepaw's tail tip finally settles still, though it rests upon Asphodelpaw's shoulder in a gesture of support. You're not the only one struggling, I understand.
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[Petalnose]

A quirk of her brow was made at the stutter, ears flattening as an excuse was thrown into the air in a panic. It could be believed by the she-cat if he hadn't panicked but the anxiety made her intuition flare within her. So did the logic trigger it within her. Freezing paws would've been a better argument in her eyes, one she'd excuse and offer a brief rest. But this didn't make the cut for her. "You weren't ready? Asphodelpaw, you are moons into your apprenticeship." The tip of her tail twitched, waiting for a further explanation. The truth. "Don't get in your own mind too far, it only makes hesitation worse. I need you to gather with your mentor within closer range."

Nettlepaw came to defend, a suggestion of hunting change. Impatience was shown through the lash of her tail but she was sure the blind apprentice could sense her tension. "Clearly, we have caught some. The land prey here are smaller, therefore the last catches before the river freezes further is needed. Land hunting persists, but this opportunity shouldn't be thrown out entirely. Not when leafbare is rather new." Professionalism was present in the mannerism of her explanation despite her waning patience. Petalnose knew well the youth needed reason. Without it would even make her question why she had chose to lead this patrol. Her talents shown in land hunting just as they did, but her duties called to take advantage of the river for once. Atleast when the fish were still biting for own their meals.

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[DAWNSTORM]

die with memories , not dreams .
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Dawnstorm couldn’t help but pipe up, expression one of mere indifference despite the swirl of uncertainty weighing heavily in his gut. “Off days.” He supplied unhelpfully. The bi-colored male had his off days, and that resulted in less-than-ideal endings when his father caught wind of such disappointing feats. His cheek stung, nearly pressing a paw against the healed wound, a knee-jerk reaction that he subsided with a shift of muscle. “Not every day is perfect.” He supplied, hoping that would explain his sudden statement, out of the blue and surely not wanted.

Not like him, paws itching to get away from the water, something Dawnstorm still couldn’t quite place as discomfort, or was it something else? He grunted, inaudibly, muscles quivering at the sudden shift, leaning away from the shoreline to peer at the others. ​

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