March 30, 2020 at 2:07 pm #5754
Seeing Ripplekit’s bright smile and ridiculous gesticulation, Heronflight couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly she’d latched onto him. It was likely, he knew, that she hadn’t known her biological father, and perhaps that combined with what he would consider nothing less than a betrayal from her mother compounded into some well-hidden vulnerability. He certainly wasn’t complaining, even if the situation was sudden.
Padding silently across the clearing to join them, the deputy tried his best not to seemed as frazzled as he felt. His clanmates were used to a stalwart deputy, and he worried that they might find it odd for him to be the one to take in a stray kit. Of course no one would question him, but he still felt some unspoken need to prove that he could still be a good parent regardless of the stoicism he was known for.
Nodding to Spiderleap before sitting down beside Ripplekit, the grey tom bent his neck to give her forehead a lick.
“I hope she wasn’t bothering you, Spiderleap.” he meowed, straightening himself and looking between the two. He’d overheard the conversation, but it would still be polite to make sure.March 30, 2020 at 2:36 pm #5755
Ripplekit sat very still as she allowed Heronflight to lick her forehead, though the memories of her mother doing that just a few sunrises ago still burned bright in her mind. Fortunately, the deputy’s voice brought her back to reality, and as soon as she processed his words she frowned. “I wasn’t bothering him. We’re having an awesome time, I’m learning about Riverclan!” The kit added excitedly, a fleeting smirk crossing her face before she continued to speak. “So, what’s an apprentice?” The question was directed at both toms, the kitten’s gaze jumping between them. Ripplekit was honestly surprised she hadn’t asked before since the question had been bothering her for awhile. Ever since she’d stepped paw into the camp she’d been hearing words like “warrior”, “apprentice”, “medicine cat”, and the like. The young molly understood (sort of) was a warrior was and was piecing together what a deputy was. From what she could tell it was a cat that organized other cats and spent a lot of time doing that
which bothered her. An apprentice was what you were after a kit, but she didn’t quite grasp what being an apprentice entailed. ‘I’ll have to ask what a medicine cat is,’ Ripple noted, but didn’t speak aloud as she was trying her best to slow her questions down. Apparently she asked a lot of questions without giving enough time for the person she was questioning to answer, at least, that’s what Heronflight said she did.March 30, 2020 at 4:11 pm #5756
The tom gave a little shake of his head to the deputy, ignoring Ripplekit’s exclamation that she hadn’t been bothering him.. except she really hadn’t. “She wasn’t bothering me,” he voiced his thoughts. It wasn’t too often he had a kit just run up to him without hesitation just to talk, and honestly.. it was nice. The next question slightly surprised him, but with the slightly lingering scent on her, it was easy to tell she wasn’t Clan. At least she hadn’t been before, so she had a lot to learn about their ways. With a glance to Heronflight, he replied. “An apprentice is someone learning to be a warrior, or medicine cat,” he meowed in response. “Trained by a mentor chosen by our leader.”April 2, 2020 at 3:45 pm #5806
“Apprentices start training at six moons,” Heronflight added, nodding at Spiderleg’s explanation. “Once you become an apprentice, your name will change to Ripplepaw. And when you’re a warrior…” his whiskers twitched in amusement. “You’ll get your full name; something to be very proud of.”
Idly, Heronflight wondered who would end up mentoring Ripplekit. He knew it could very well be himself, now that Koipetal had completed his training. However, it seemed equally likely that Wisteriastar would choose to have another open-minded warrior take the role. As much as he would like to manage everything himself, the tom had to admit that a diverse view was helpful. And it wasn’t as though he couldn’t help.
Despite her small size, Heronflight assumed that Ripplekit was likely three or four months old based off of her mental understanding and deliberate questions. With no littermates to be compared to it wouldn’t really matter if she was held back a moon before starting her apprenticeship, but he’d prefer that she begin as soon as possible. It would be much better to spend an extra moon learning as an apprentice than being held in the camp as a kit.April 3, 2020 at 6:23 pm #5816
Moons… “So I have to wait for another three moons?” Her mother had kept track of her age when she was young, retelling Phoebe’s birth every time the moon of her birth rolled around. The memory was bitter now, tinged with the poisonous cloud of betrayal that touched every memory Ripple had of her mother. “Full name? Like yours?” She motioned between the two toms and bounced excitedly when she remembered Spiderleap telling her the meaning of his name. “Oh, Spiderleap said he was named for his leaping abilities! What were you named for?” Because I don’t think you can fly…
“Do you think Wisteriastar likes me?” Ripplekit let the question tumble past her lips before she could think about it, visibly wincing when she processed what she’d just asked. She knew Heronflight was friends with Wisteriastar and understood that she was the Riverclan leader. She didn’t understand why she was so anxious for the leader to like her (probably because the leader basically held her future). It bothered Ripplekit when the calico molly had, initially, been unsure of allowing her to join Riverclan. She was even more bothered by the regality Wisteriastar had… But that might be more because Ripplekit aspired to one day be as composed and graceful as the she-cat. Heronflight was admirable as well, but Ripplekit had to admit he always had his “dad face” on or his “serious Deputy face” on which could be a bit stifling after a while
but Ripplekit loved it.April 3, 2020 at 10:07 pm #5817
Spiderleap was a little relieved when Heronflight added on the few things he’d forgotten, since it wasn’t everyday he had to explain to a kit just what an apprentice was.
He wasn’t very surprised when she gave away that she was only three moons old, despite her size saying otherwise. The way she spoke was older than a young kit, just about the only thing that gave it away. Then, just as before, her attention diverted and he glanced to Heronflight when the deputy’s name was in question.
The next question caught him off guard, tail twitching a little at just what that question implied. Though, as he gave it a little more thought he found it made sense, since Wisteriastar hadn’t been sure at first about adding a kit to the Clan. As any leader would, as taking in kits wasn’t exactly a commonplace. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond to such a question, glancing toward Heronflight, considering the tom was her adoptive father.May 4, 2020 at 9:03 pm #6291
I don’t really think Wisteriastar’s concerned, but that’s not a good answer, Heronflight thought to himself, wondering how to put the answer delicately. It didn’t seem right to lie to the kit, but if he could spare her feelings he would do his best. Her current position must feel somewhat vulnerable, and it certainly wouldn’t help her cause if he worsened her self esteem.
“Wisteriastar has many concerns, she’s the leader of the clan– each warrior here loves and serves it. You’re part of RiverClan, Ripplekit, so of course Wisteriastar likes you.”May 11, 2020 at 12:20 am #6329
The colorpointed molly chewed on the inside of her cheek, deep in thought. In fact, so deep in thought it was beginning to give her a headache. “Well, if you say so.” Ripplekit was reassured somewhat by Heronflight’s words, even if they seemed difficult to believe. Logically, yes, Wisteriastar should like her if they followed the vein of thought that Heron did in that being part of Riverclan immediately made Ripplekit likeable to the leader. The kit was either too young or too lazy to try and dig deeper than that, and settled on that answer, allowing it to soothe her worries.
“What do warriors do? Like, exactly what do they do? And what do you do?” Her last question was directed to her adoptive father. “I know you’re basically a warrior but you do other stuff to, why?” The tiny kit was eager to know everything about the clans and Riverclan in particular. She’d given up a spoiled kittypet life where she could’ve grown up, moved past her mother’s betrayal, and become like any other well cared for house cat. Instead the kit had been given a choice, freedom Ripple had never realized she could have or familiarity- the kit had chosen freedom but now wondered what this new path would hold for her. Ripplekit knew basic facts: Don’t leave camp, obey those in authority, don’t play with your food, don’t bother sleeping queens (a terrible and terrifying mistake she wouldn’t repeat), and stay out of trouble. Also, leave the medicine cats’ stuff alone. Outside of that everything became confusing, like apprentices and warriors and elders? Elders could hunt and go around as they pleased but they weren’t warriors and didn’t need to follow those duties anymore. Warriors had to get up and leave at random times (why?) and sometimes they’d go hunt, that made sense, at least. Then apprentices were mini-warriors but not? Ripplekit was sure she should’ve been able to get a firm grasp on everything but few cats had been interested in answering a strange kit’s rapidfire questions. Up until now, that is.May 26, 2020 at 4:48 pm #6496
The tom was just thankful that Heronflight stepped in and explained just what Wisteriastar might think of the kit. It was a weighted question, and as much as he was decent in talking with kits, he didn’t feel like putting a paw wrong in front of her adoptive father. That definitely would be slightly humiliating.
Thankfully, the next question he at least knew how to answer, as it was just facts. “Warriors protect and provide for the Clan,” he explained simply. “We hunt and make sure that nothing passes into our territory.” Simple enough. Sure, there was a little more to it than that, but Spiderleap didn’t feel like rambling on about the little tasks a warrior might do. He went quiet after his simple explanation was done, glancing to the deputy so that he may explain just what his job was.May 31, 2020 at 9:01 pm #6619
Nodding in affirmation of Spiderleg’s description of a warrior, Heronflight did his best to explain to Ripplekit the additional duties of a deputy. “The deputy helps the leader organize everyone. Wisteriastar is only one cat, so when she’s resting or busy it’s me who organizes hunting and border patrols.” There was also the fact that, should anything happen to Wisteriastar, he would be the next leader of the clan. Though, with the RiverClan leader still possessing many of her lives from StarClan, he felt little reason to explain this without being directly asked.
There was no use hiding that death was a looming possibility in clan life, but that was something more suited to inform an apprentice rather than a young kit in her first weeks of initiation. And, truthfully, the conversation could lead all too easily into Ripplekit learning that it was far, far more likely that he would die long before Wisteriastar. He had only one life, after all, and fully intended to use it in protecting the clan if there was ever the need.June 10, 2020 at 9:56 pm #6745AugerpawParticipant
Augerpaw stepped into the clearing. Greenleaf had already been a hot season so Augerpaw searched for a shaded seat in the outskirts. She was a small and young cat and so a large fern provided more than enough shade to cool her down from her nap. Her white underbelly touched the cool ground as she laid down and tucked her paws beneath her flank. She was the only one in the clearing as most cats were headed to bed, but she liked being alone in the clearing, looking up at the stars wondering if anyone from Starclan was watching her like the bats that flew overhead. She thought about what bats would taste like…Yuck, probably leathery and bitter, she decided. She had reached 6 moons a few days ago and had yet to be appointed a mentor. She was excited for the new beginning, but nerves were inevitable. She was an anxious cat and the thought of being yelled at or scolded made butterflies in her small stomach. She sat under her fern waiting to see if anyone would come out of their den and approach her.
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