private YOU WERE WEIGHING ME DOWN [❄️] training

[HEMLOCKSHINE]

Be patient, Lichenstar had ordered him. That was before the flood, before every able-bodied cat over six moons old in the Clan was forced to pitch in to rebuild the beech copse into a temporary home. Patience is a luxury Hemlockshine can no longer afford to Owlpaw. Perhaps he also derives some sick enjoyment from seeing the young cat he resents so much forced to endure something close to the stress Reedfang's micromanaging put him through. Owlpaw might have gained some small regard in his eyes, when Hemlockshine had witnessed a deeper side to a tom he'd once thought to be shallow, but such hidden complexities do not change the fact that Owlpaw is everything Hemlockshine wished he could have been in his youth. Childish, sheltered, and pure of blood.

Before the sun crests the horizon, Hemlockshine drags himself out of his nest and forces his tired paws to the makeshift apprentices' den. He pokes his head in, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, and locates Owlpaw's light brown pelt. "Owlpaw," he calls sharply, not really caring if he wakes the other apprentices. "Get up. There's work to be done." Owlpaw owes it to his Clan to sharpen his skills for their care and defense, especially now when food is needed the most; leaf-bare won't give them the courtesy of coming late to give them time to rebuild. The river is still unsafe, but the stretch of land between here and the gorge is fair game, and land hunting is a skill that will be needed when the river freezes over.

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• @owlpaw.

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• HEMLOCKSHINE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, 21 moons
  ⭃ a tall, lithe black smoke tom with blue eyes and low white. he is cold, composed, and willing to resort to manipulation to get what he wants. he is incredibly vain, to the point that anyone who mars his pretty face is in for a world of pain. please note that hemlockshine will be prone to saying and doing awful things that i, as his roleplayer, do not condone. all of his opinions are ic only.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.

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[owlcrest]

feel the rain on your skin

Light brown pelt has pressed into sunpaws, him moving his nest closer to the others a symbol of a fondness that has grown for the other apprentice. His sleep was a tad more restful, the comfort of another body helping keep his mind at ease. But unfortunately, a voice broke the silence of the den, mismatched eyes opening in slits of annoyance.

A groan escaped him, moving to stretch his muscles before flopping back down. "The sun hasn't even woken," he grumbled out, eyes heavy with sleep as they closed. "Five more minutes." He prodded, the fluffy and dirty apprentice rumbling.

Though, he sighed, pushing his large body forward slowly, a chitter escaping him before relaxing and pushing through the entrance. His gaze rested on Hemlockshine for a moment, lacking the eagerness he used to have for training. "What are we doing today?"

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  Owlpaw
  Riverclan Apprentice | Mentored by: Hemlockshine
  Gender: amab, he/him
  Personality: Little Brother Vibes, Hides pain with humor, Competitive, Loyal, Confused easy, Not the smartest tool in the shed.
  Physical: Easy | Mentally: Medium
  May start a fight | will not flee | will show mercy
  Peaceful power play allowed!
  Penned by Deidre
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