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He was proud. He was more than proud of his son, and he took every opportunity he could to lavish praise on his son, but he couldn't deny the sinking weight settling deeper into the pit of his stomach each time his son's new name passed his tongue. Soon, he stopped saying it altogether. Foxpaw. He'd known this day would eventually come where he had to speak her name again, but he'd thought he would be prepared to handle that. It was clear in his eyes that he wasn't; they were glassy, holding a smothered pain in their depths.
And there was Rosypaw. She was more like a daughter to him than he thought possible, one of the several taken in and raised by himself and Aspenstar, but beneath the elation, there was of course that undercurrent of shame. Shame because he'd enjoyed playing house with the leader. Shame because he could imagine that kind of life with anyone other than Rosethorn. Shame because he didn't want to not imagine it.
While the other mentors celebrated their new pairs, Phantomfox maintained distance, stone-faced and statuesque. It was several days before he called his apprentices to him, instructing them to meet him outside of camp for their first session, and even then it was only because he owed it to them to teach them how to survive and thrive in NightClan. He owed it to them, their mothers, and, gazing painfully at Foxpaw, his sister.
"We're going to work on some endurance starting out," Phantomfox said, turning away. It was the easiest thing to start them with; Rosypaw wouldn't have the natural stamina of a forest cat due to her kittypet kithood and Foxpaw's health issues would impede him if he pushed too hard.
He could sense something was wrong, but something told him not to ask. He was too young to understand the complexities of life; it was better to leave things uncomplicated. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder... what's wrong, Dad? He twitched his whiskers slightly as he padded behind him.
Despite his cocern for his dad, he still couldn't help practically shaking in excitement. Of course, he'd gone out of camp more than once before - hell, he was born far outside of camp. But this was his first time actually training! It was the best day of his life! And he was terrible at hiding it. "Endurance is when you run around, right? Are we gonna play tag? That feels like a running around game," he chattered, before a sneeze riddled his frame.
Rosypaw caught the pain that Phantomfox wasn't saying aloud. She had seen the same look in her mother's eyes at the news of their father's death, she'd seen it in Aspenstar's eyes more than once. Now she saw that reflection in Phantomfox's gaze but she knew better not to pry. She glances over at Foxpaw, wondering if he felt it too. She smiles at her new training partner, bumping him gently. They were about the same size, Rosypaw being quite small for her age as well.
"Endurance sounds fun." The long-furred calico chirps, padding easily behind her foster dad and her... foster brother? She didn't quite know how that worked. She blinks a few times. "Phantomfox, is any of this going to be fun?"
