June 5, 2020 at 12:46 am #6692
Smokewisp – Shadowclan Deputy
Smokewisp released an unsightly yawn, taking a moment to herself in her favorite spot before returning to camp. The rippling brook, gentle rain and heavily needled pines provided a welcome respite from the increasingly hot greenleaf sun. These days peace, quiet and a cool stone felt like a luxury. She tucked her paws underneath herself, enjoying the dramatic view as the sun battled a summer storm. ‘I wonder what Ravenwatcher is doing,‘ she thought. Despite her attempts at keeping a professional distance between herself and the dark tom she’d found herself inexplicably drawn closer towards him. She’d never really considered love, or even understood the concept. Chasing love always seemed so frivolous, like a kit chasing the wind. Her parents had a practical sort of love– if one could even call it love. Her stomach churned just thinking about it.
Soft pawsteps pried away her introspection. She craned neck, peering through the fronds. ‘Tan and white,‘ she noted as the sun reflected harshly from their fur. “Hello?” she called out, poking her head through the ferns concealing her hiding spot. Her heart skipped a beat as she spotted Littlepaw. ‘Oh no,‘ she thought, retreating back into the greenery. She’d been avoiding Shadowclan’s newest apprentice– her half-sibling. She’d always vowed to watch from a distance, avoiding stirring any unwanted dramatics with her family and step-father. It just made life easier. But, Littlepaw was special. Her stunted growth and sprightly spirit made avoiding her difficult. Smokewisp sat still, silently hoping Littlepaw would just walk away. ‘It’s for the best,‘ she thought sadly.June 5, 2020 at 4:57 pm #6700SoliloquySilverParticipant
Littlepaw sighed softly as she carefully made her way down the rocks towards the stream. The small apprentice almost looked like a kit, her features round and her fur still soft and downy. It had been Houndpaw’s turn to collect water for the elders, but as usual, her brother had passed the duty to her. Their father was taking him and their other brother, Hawkpaw, out for extra battle training, and she had been forgotten… again. Falconshade had never been outright cruel to her, but she could tell that he didn’t like her, at least not as much as he did her littermates. Her mother was nicer, but not by much. Again, Mosswing was never outright cruel, but definitely seemed to favor her brothers. If Littlepaw were being honest with herself, she wasn’t sure if anyone liked her… especially her older sister. Oh, how she idolized Smokewisp. She was deputy of the whole clan for StarClan’s sake! She would be leader one day! And on top of all of that, they were sisters! But it didn’t seem that way. Smokewisp always avoided her, and she didn’t fully understand why. Littlepaw just wanted to be friends.
As the little tan tabby approached the stream, she heard someone calling out to her. ‘Smokewisp!’ She thought excitedly, ears perking in joy. Her pawsteps quickened, hurrying towards her sister’s voice. She entered the clearing but.. nobody was there. “Hello?” She mewed, pausing to take in the scents around her. Smokewisp was definitely here, but Littlepaw couldn’t see her. She was hiding from her, like usual. “Oh…” The apprentice visually deflated, sighing sadly as she turned away from the patch of ferns the deputy was hiding in. She sniffled, but brought her paw up to wipe her disappointed tears away. “Nobody likes a cry-kit,” She scolded herself out loud, her mother’s words echoing in her head as she approached one of the large rocks near the stream. Of course, everyone had already collected the moss that would be easy for her to gather, leaving only the moss that grew on the very top of the large, smooth rock. “Oh, pebbles,” She mumbled, tail drooping. Littlepaw took a deep breath, crouched low to the ground, and jumped with all her might, landing awkwardly on top of the rock. Her paws slipped out from under her, and before she knew it, she slid right off and into the stream.
She yelped as the cold water soaked her fur and she began to thrash around, trying to find her footing. Thankfully, the stream wasn’t too deep, so she was in no real danger. Her body wasn’t hurt by the tumble, but her pride sure was. Eventually she was able to crawl out, trembling from the icy water and the general shock of the whole experience. Her tiny body and soaked fur made her look absolutely pitiful standing there, trying to figure out what to do. It seemed like she would have to go find moss elsewhere. And right about that time, thunder rumbled overhead, causing Littlepaw to jump. She needed to hurry and get the water for the elders before the storm came. She cast a final sad glance around, unknowingly locking eyes with Smokewisp, before turning to walk away, leaving tiny, wet pawprints in her wake.June 5, 2020 at 7:58 pm #6702
Smokewisp – Shadowclan Deputy
‘They didn’t even give her moss,‘ Smokewisp felt irritation prickle at her paws. ‘The others can be so inconsiderate sometimes.‘ She watched in silence at Littlepaw struggled to collect some moss. Her heart broke as she tumbled into the stream after taking a lopsided leap on top of the rocks. “Where is Tawnypainter when you need him,” she complained with a low growl. It wasn’t her place to mentor the young apprentice. But, perhaps as a sibling she could help? The smokey molly shook her head, still somewhat conflicted. ‘If nothing else, I’m helping as a clanmate,‘ she finally decided.
She slipped from her cover, pelt prickling as cold raindrops soaked through her fur. Collecting moss was a simple task for a cat her size, so she quickly bound atop the stones and pried a mighty clump with her teeth. It only took a moment more for her to catchup with the little apprentice. She gently dropped the moss at her paws.
Smokewisp’s intense amber eyes locked onto her. She didn’t want to feel pity for Littlepaw. That wasn’t what the young cat needed. Her world– her family– lacked support and respect. Perhaps she could help provide some aspect of normalcy. “Hey,” she mewed quietly. “Thought I’d save you some time. Finding moss this early in greenleaf can be difficult.” Her disappointment burned anew, knowing how difficult carrying a full elder’s den worth of water would be for an apprentice her size and age. Her claws dug into the moss in frustration before tearing it in half. “I need to get back to camp as well. I can help you carry it, if you’d like. It might not be heavy now but you’ll be surprised once it’s soaked.“June 5, 2020 at 9:56 pm #6703SoliloquySilverParticipant
Littlepaw was scanning the area for moss, not really paying attention to much else, leaving her open to a small scare when a rather large clump of moss suddenly fell at her paws. “Oh!” she squeaked, quickly turning her head to face whoever had so graciously given her the moss. Her eyes widened in surprise when she was met with the amber gaze of her sister. She was… talking to her? And helping her? She suddenly felt very nervous. The small apprentice dipped her head graciously, whiskers twitching anxiously. “Th-Thank you, Smokewisp…” she mewed, shuffling her paws awkwardly. “I w-would appreciate the help… Houndpaw was supposed to get the water, but father needed him and Hawkpaw for other things… as usual.”
She carefully picked up her half of the moss and settled by the stream, humming softly as she dipped the ball into the water. It was then that she noticed the little minnows swimming by. “Oh…” She breathed softly, amazed by the little silver fish. “How pretty!” She purred, momentarily forgetting that she wasn’t alone. She glanced over, suddenly remembering that Smokewisp was there. Embarrassment flashed in her eyes and she quickly fell silent, turning back to stare down at the stream as she waited for the moss to soak in enough water.
June 6, 2020 at 12:50 am #6706
- This reply was modified 1 month ago by SoliloquySilver.
Smokewisp – Shadowclan Deputy
Smokewisp offered Littlepaw a gentle smile. “You’re welcome,” she mewed, guiding her back towards the stream. “That’s a shame, taking care of our elders is just as– if not more– important.” Smokewisp didn’t like meddling in the fairs of her clanmates, but she couldn’t allow apprentices to shirk their duties. Littlepaw didn’t deserve to do the ‘boring’ work alone. She’d have some biting words for Mosswing, even if they’re technically family.
She dunked her moss into the water with a splash as she left it to soak. Dried moss always held water better. But, fresh tasted the best. It just had to soak a little longer. She gazed curiously at her sibling as she excitedly regarded the minnows. Unsurpisingly, she seemed embarassed over her sudden outburst.”They are pretty,” she acknowledged. “I still don’t understand how Riverclan enjoys eating them. They’re like a frog, but more oily.” She sat down, clearing her throat before continuing. “I know I’m pretty quiet. But, that doesn’t mean you need to be. There’s no shame in being excited about new discoveries. As you grow older these little things will seem more ‘normal’. So, while it’s all fresh and new you should embrace it.” Smokewisp smiled, a gentle purr erupting from her throat.
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