- Aug 27, 2022
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[ putting this up here for visiblity: thorn is a manipulative and abusive dude, and this thread shows some of those tendencies. if you know that this is a difficult topic for you, please be careful reading! ]
❝ He's lounged outside of the apprentice den, long tail flicking and tapping against the ground, when Foxpaw returns to camp. There's something unreadable in his eyes, though his ruffled fur and heaving chest beneath still-damp fur speak of a recent training session of his own. Whitethroat was an unforgiving mentor, but he found that he appreciated it in an odd way. As much as he may detest the tom, he knows that these lessons will be important when the time comes. Thornpaw tries not to think too far ahead in his life. The world was a chaotic place. Chaos reacted to chaos; to plan a future was to build a house on quicksand. But there are some things he cannot help but hold close to the front of his mind. An integral part of his future, in whatever respect it may come to be. Like Foxpaw.
He doesn't like that she is becoming part of this place. It feels as if he can never be part of it with her. His mentor is harsh, his family is gone. All those that had battled for this place for him had bled out for it as well. Would she leave him, once she realized how many others here cared for her? The leader himself had taken an interest in her, after all. He would train her, as if she needed it. Needed him. I am all that you need. Each time he says it, sure as can be in all of his silent language, it is a plea to his own ears. With a harsh huff of breath, he shoves those thoughts aside and pulls himself to tired paws, approaching her with a vibrant grin. "Fox! Hey, come on, I want to talk to you." Not even waiting for an answer, the taller apprentice nudges her towards the stepping stones that lead them across the river and into their clan's territory, farther away from prying ears.
❝ He's lounged outside of the apprentice den, long tail flicking and tapping against the ground, when Foxpaw returns to camp. There's something unreadable in his eyes, though his ruffled fur and heaving chest beneath still-damp fur speak of a recent training session of his own. Whitethroat was an unforgiving mentor, but he found that he appreciated it in an odd way. As much as he may detest the tom, he knows that these lessons will be important when the time comes. Thornpaw tries not to think too far ahead in his life. The world was a chaotic place. Chaos reacted to chaos; to plan a future was to build a house on quicksand. But there are some things he cannot help but hold close to the front of his mind. An integral part of his future, in whatever respect it may come to be. Like Foxpaw.
He doesn't like that she is becoming part of this place. It feels as if he can never be part of it with her. His mentor is harsh, his family is gone. All those that had battled for this place for him had bled out for it as well. Would she leave him, once she realized how many others here cared for her? The leader himself had taken an interest in her, after all. He would train her, as if she needed it. Needed him. I am all that you need. Each time he says it, sure as can be in all of his silent language, it is a plea to his own ears. With a harsh huff of breath, he shoves those thoughts aside and pulls himself to tired paws, approaching her with a vibrant grin. "Fox! Hey, come on, I want to talk to you." Not even waiting for an answer, the taller apprentice nudges her towards the stepping stones that lead them across the river and into their clan's territory, farther away from prying ears.
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THORNPAW. snarky apprentice of riverclan, at least for now.
──── uses he - him - his and will not acknowledge others.
──── eight moons old. formerly a marsh group member.
──── sexuality unknown, seems uninterested in everyone.
a tall, lanky brown tabby with ragged ears and intense amber eyes. though he carries himself with predatory certainty, his shoulders are often hunched and his body low as if to make himself smaller. - "speech"
