March 6, 2020 at 3:12 pm #5340
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The whole Clan appeared to be in commotion– many excited mews buzzed in the clearing, as happiness and pride seemed to be almost overwhelming. It was just after the warrior ceremony of his and his siblings, and RiverClan warriors, apprentices, and elders alike swarmed the clearing to congratulate them. This was not surprising to him, they were the leader’s kits after all. Their popularity was almost expected as far as he was concerned, but he could also see the underlying envy in some of the apprentices and even warriors present. Like they begrudged them, like their warrior names were handed to them because of their kin ties and less that they were earned as much as any other warrior in their Clan. Pantherstorm loathed how fake they could be. If you have something to say to us, you should just say it. He thought bitterly. But he didn’t say it aloud, for he was beginning to learn that his methods of speech and communication often resulted in shock and disgust from his Clanmates and even his own siblings. They all clearly disliked him. ShadowClan was still temporarily housing with them, too. Their home lost from the flooding, Wisteriastar had offered Hornetstar a place to stay with RiverClan until they found a new home. He particularly hated this, as he didn’t even like being around RiverClan warriors– why would he want anything to do with ShadowClan?
The black-dappled tom closed his eyes to physically stop himself from rolling them back into his skull and instead slipped away from the crowd, which wasn’t as easy for him to do as it used to be. Pantherstorm had grown far from the lithe apprentice he used to be, to a large tom with a frame that was shaped by his now toned muscles. He had to shoulder his way through some of the crowding warriors, who then parted to allow him through, merely passing him a side-eye glance as he walked by. He didn’t care that they had parted more to avoid him than to allow him the respect of personal space. It was all starting to become second nature now. They hated him as much as he hated them in return. Just you wait, he thought scornfully, you’ll all get what’s coming to you. He chose to keep far away from the crowded cats, sitting himself alone in the far corner of their camp as he watched the Clan cats before him with narrowed eyes.March 17, 2020 at 12:33 pm #5464FinchParticipant
Rainpaw had watched enviously as the Riverclan leader’s kits gathered for the ceremony and received their warrior names. The eyes of two clans upon them, raising their voices to cheer about pride and successful training. His own ceremony was likely still nearly a moon away, with a final assessment waiting for him when they returned to their own territory. Having arrived to the clans from the kittypetplace– not that he’d ever divulged that embarrassing background to anyone– desperate to find and join the mysterious cats he’d heard rumours of while living at the barn with his… family?
Sometimes he wondered how his siblings were, or his parents; likely fat and well taken care of by the twolegs they were dependent on. Often, he thought of slipping away and returning there for an afternoon to rub their noses in his success. But he hadn’t quite made it yet– and he always thought about that. But it would be soon. No one had the same drive as he did.
The black tom he’d met in Riverclan and had been watching since. It was the one reason he was beginning to have some reluctance to return to the peat-soiled forest of his chosen home. Pantherstorm was such a suiting name for him. Whenever the grey apprentice saw him, he could just tell that the warrior was a kindred soul. He wanted more than what you could get by waiting. He’d understand what so far only Scarletflood had about abition– it was good to dream about things as long as you followed through on them.
And he… he would! Tail flicking nervously as he picked his way through the wake left by the object of his admiration, Rainpaw was still scraping together the needed resolve to go through with his own plan when he peeled out of the shadows and was beside him.
“Congratulations,” offered the speckled apprentice quietly. “I know you deserve it.” Pleased to notice that even for a moment he had the warrior’s attention all to himself. This was the first time they’d really spoken outside of ‘work’, but the increasingly familiar tingle that went through Rainpaw as the tom turned his yellow gaze on him was pleasant as it had been every other time he’d been caught staring.March 17, 2020 at 12:57 pm #5465
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The faint sound of the paws shuffling from his surroundings and the feeling of a presence far too close for comfort had the black tom’s senses on high alert. It was like a predatory, animalistic instinct that something was coming to approach him before the actual shadows cast of another cat came anywhere within reach. His cold yellow eyes peered down at a small grey tom, his gaze blank and empty of anything that might suggest interest or an entertaining bone anywhere in him in light of conversation. In terms of physical size, in his perspective, Pantherstorm assumed the younger tom to be an apprentice. This, to him, was highly unusual. Most warriors stayed clear of him and he certainly didn’t figure that some random apprentice would ever come up to him and strike a conversation with him, or any kind of interest at all. It was so unusual that he figured he might as well partake in whatever opportunities this could provide for him.
“And you are?” His low voice rumbled in response, his inquiry a complete and utter dismissal of Rainpaw’s initial congratulations, as he quite frankly did not care. He knew that he deserved his warrior name. If anything, having to wait as long as he did to receive it was incredulous to him. Pantherstorm considered himself the strongest and most worthy warrior in RiverClan and it would be unfathomable for his worth to wait to be recognized. It was about time that someone else was seeing it too.March 24, 2020 at 11:49 pm #5669FinchParticipant
“Rainpaw,” answered the apprentice sourly, wishing that he was able to introduce himself as an equal rather than someone implied to need direction. “I…” he paused, about to add that he would likely be given his warrior name when they returned to camp but realizing that excuses wouldn’t merit him any higher regard. Sympathy would be even worse, but that was less of a worry.
“I’ve been watching you,” he admitted, sitting slowly and trying to keep his tail from twitching. “I know what you think about all of this. At least, It think I do. Everyone makes up excuses to hold themselves back, or to hold back anyone who performs too well.”
Not sure what he meant to say exactly, Rainpaw scuffed at the dirt beneath his feet. His frustration for something unnamed was pushing it’s way out of him verbally, the dissatisfaction of a situation being less than it should be finally having someone he thought would share it. It was a big risk– heretical, maybe– to say these things. But as an apprentice, at least the worst he’d get was a stern look or a scolding.
“There’s always some excuse… as soon as you’re too good at something it’s against the code. It’s foxdung– everyone breaks the code all the time and then feels sorry after even though it didn’t matter what they did.”
Realizing that he’d started to speak a little too loudly by the end of his rant, as well as too excitably to be very cool or suave, Rainpaw clamped his mouth shut. He didn’t regret what he’d said, believing it to be the truth, but he knew he’d be disappointed if he’d been wrong about his impression of Pantherstorm.April 1, 2020 at 11:20 am #5779
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At Rainpaw’s admission that he had been watching him, the black tom’s golden eyes narrowed. Watching me? He thought, what is he playing at? Of course, Pantherstorm’s initial thought of the other tom’s statement wasn’t that the ShadowClan apprentice had been admiring him, but rather keeping his eyes on someone he had deemed a threat. At least, that was what he, himself would do. The RiverClan warrior couldn’t foresee any other reason to be keeping his eyes on anyone, for any other reason than they were in the way of what he wanted to achieve. However, once the grey apprentice continued to babble on about something else, far off what his assumptions had been, Pantherstorm relaxed ever-so-slightly. It was clear that the younger tom wasn’t trying to impede on his goals or that he was attempting to stop him from growing further into his ambitions.
“The warrior code is nothing but a set of laws placed upon us to try and stop us from being more than what the rest of them are comfortable for us being.” He replied steadily, scorn evident in his tone of voice. As to who he was referring to, he felt it was clear as day that he was referring to their warrior ancestors, who had placed this code upon the Clans. But in truth, he was perhaps also voicing his opinion of his own mother, as well as the other four leaders of the Clans. As far as he was concerned, it was as if his potential was being stifled by them, that they were trying to contain him because he was clearly the strongest warrior not only in RiverClan, but of all the Clans. Pantherstorm truly believed this and he felt that the warrior code was nothing more than a clutch to him. “We would be better off without it or the cats that defend it.”
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