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The tom looked at the sky. The sun was about to set, its colors streaking across the horizon. Soon, they would be allowed outside of camp again. Of course, being nocturnal didn't necessarily bother the tom; after all, it had been his hardest adjustment coming to SummerClan. But, there was something insanely suckish about being told you couldn't leave camp during the day. All of SummerClan was beginning to feel that. Perhaps they had thought NightClan was joking when the clan told them they would now move by the moonlight and the moonlight only. Clearly, they weren't, though. There was a certain bitterness in his mind towards NightClan; why were they doing this? Why couldn't they just take the herbs and go? They got what they wanted, why did SummerClan still have to suffer?
The tom let out a soft sigh, before moving his gaze from the sky back down to camp. SummerClan cats were all preparing for their evening out, and NightClan guards were being assigned to the groups that had the most potential of causing problems. They all seemed busy, which meant that maybe, he could slip out into the territory unnoticed... If he waited for too long, Phantomfox would stir, and the tom would lose all autonomy over the night. He clenched his jaw; he'd been playing the role of good son as well as he could, but resentment was building in him. He forced himself to release the tension, before letting his silvery eyes gloss over all of the camp.
It was then that he noticed her. Sunpaw. He'd been pretty careful to stay as far away from her as possible since the takeover, mostly for her own protection. He didn't like the look that Phantomfox had in his eyes when he looked at her, and he figured that the closer he got to the she-cat, the more in danger she was. But, if Phantomfox was still sleeping....
He blinked, before padding over. "Hey there, Sunpaw. Want to walk with me before the prison guard wakes up?"
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Post by achromatic on Oct 3, 2021 17:49:17 GMT -5
She had kept her mouth shut since the takeover.
It was like she was a different cat. Sunpaw had always been bubbly and friendly, the airheaded apprentice–or well, perhaps not so airheaded at times–often enjoyed chatting up a storm, giggling and laughing and doing whatever else. She didn't speak now. The jovial grin and bright eyes were darkened with something else. For the longest time, she had assumed that life was all good, that she must've been living in paradise. For the longest time, she was happy. There had been no sign of the madness her adopted father spoke of. She was all smiles and sunshine, just like the name her adopted father gave her.
But that was all in the past now, no? There would always be a before and after. Before she was in SummerClan and after. Before NightClan's takeover and after. Before Phantomfox had beat down her adopted father and after.
Her eyes had been clouded with that strange anger since. The way it had burned inside of her, like a fire she couldn't quite quell. There had been madness in her eyes, the rage, the fury, the darkness she had never once embraced in her sunny nature. It was like a switch had flipped on and she couldn't quite turn it off anymore. The added humiliation of having to obey those goddamn NightClan cats...she had never felt so helpless, and helplessness made her feel a rage she had never felt before.
Yet, that same rage didn't translate when she saw Foxpaw, and when the other tom had found her. It seemed as if all that rage immediately dissipated. There was something about the other tom that made her eyes soften. He was her clanmate and well, after all they had experienced that night, it was hard not to feel some sort of kinship towards him.
"Yeah, let's go," she spoke quickly, glancing around at the NightClan cats that still stood around as if they owned the damn place. The farther they were from camp, the better, she thought. "Where did you want to go?"
There was a part of him that was surprised that she was willing to join him. After all, it was his father that had gotten them in this mess. It was his father who had beaten Howlingheart for getting too close to his mother. It was his father that had taken her prisoner. Why did she want anything to do with him? Wouldn't she know by now that Foxpaw should be avoided? There was a better question to be asked here, one that Foxpaw refused to ask himself : why was he so relieved that she didn't think that way? He hadn't realized that he had been holding his breath as he waited for her response, but as soon as she said yes, the tom felt a pressure come off his chest. What was that about?
He smiled at her warmly. Company would be good, and he still felt the same soft protection for the apprentice that he had that night. He didn't really understand it, why he was so willing to reveal himself to his father when Sunpaw became involved. Self-preservation would have told him to run, to go as fast away as he could, but he couldn't leave her. Not after she had helped him up, helped him try to escape.
"I was thinking the seashore," he meowed, his tail flicking back and first. "But first, we've gotta get out of here. You've got a bit more freedom, but I'm not going to be able to leave through the entrance of camp," he meowed. "NightClan can't see me leave, or they'll wake him up or join us." The tone he spoke of his former clan was much different than the way he had when he was trying to convince Phantomfox that he wanted to go home. Any of that desire had been eliminated when he walked into the camp, saw the bodies on the ground. What NightClan had done was evil, and the soft boy couldn't condone evil, even if it was the cats who he loved who committed the attrocities. He had been relieved that Rosypaw hadn't been in the ranks that night. He loved his former best friend; would that have changed if he saw her standing above a body? Rosypaw couldn't do that, could she? He'd thought the same about Aspenstar, though... He'd seen the good in all of them, and for what?
Before he had a chance to get too emotional, he let his gaze slide to the hole in the camp that he and his mother had slid out of at the beginning of the occupation. It was smaller now, NightClan had taken some time in trying to repair it, but they could probably fit through it, right?
"Over there?" he asked, pointing with his tail inconspicuously, trying to keep his words as soft as possible.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 3, 2021 18:38:37 GMT -5
At the thought of sneaking out, Sunpaw's whiskers twitched. She had spent enough time as a kit trying to do so, after all. After her father had left her behind, the only thing she wanted to do was to reunite with the rest of her family. The queens had gotten tired of trying to stop her after a while, it was only luck that she hadn't run into a badger or some fox when she had tried to leave. Eventually, Yarntangle had even taken her once or twice on supervised walks, though she had never truly found any hint of her family and where they had gone off to.
Still, the seaside was pretty, and despite Sunpaw's below-average swimming skills, she enjoyed the salty breezes and the sound of the waves crashing upon the shore. It would be quiet too; there were always coves and rocks they could hide behind. She nodded quietly as he spoke. She could barely believe that he was once a NightClan cat, one of those thugs that had broken into their home and ransacked the place. He never seemed like the type; he was nothing like their cruel leader or his psychotic father. She knew the stakes for this sort of thing was much higher than just getting disciplined as apprentices. They were in deep and surely these NightClan guards wouldn't take to dissent as kindly as her father would take to her sneaking out.
She had immediately headed towards the den closest towards the hole as if dropping off some moss or something, before sneaking out towards the hole, which was surprisingly unguarded. She turned to give Foxpaw a nod. The coast was clear. She disappeared into the thicket without a word.
Perhaps if she knew that he didn't have a drop of NightClan blood in him, not really, she would be less surprised. Rosethorn had been a rogue before SummerClan, so she wasn't connected to the group at all by blood, but as it turns out, his father was: Phantomfox had once been Coyotewild, warrior of SummerClan. The only blood herritage the tom claimed, it seemed, was here. Perhaps that was why he had always stuck out in NightClan like a sore thumb; not only was he sickly, but he was soft and warm and bright, the exact qualities that drew people to the place he now lived. His whiskers twitched slightly as he watched her slip out, before letting his gaze scan the camp again. There was a lot of commotion now, even more than before. Perfect, that meant he'd be able to slip out...
He soon joined Sunpaw's side on the other side of the camp wall, the look in his eye slightly nervous. He was sure he wasn't going to get caught leaving, but it still made him anxious to be so close to camp. Coming out the same way that he and Rosethorn had escaped sent a chill down his spine. His eyes clouded for a moment as the memory of the abject fear he faced at the sound of his father's ravenous snarls resurfaced. He blinked away the memory with a soft, pained noise, before trying to refocus.
"Thanks for coming with me," he meowed after a second as he moved towards the sea. There was a soft breeze that night, one that ruffled his furs slightly. "I know its... dangerous for you. And I know that you're already... dragged into this far deeper than you ever could have anticipated... but I appreciate having a friend," he continued a little awkwardly as they walked.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 8, 2021 13:45:56 GMT -5
She was glad to see him safe as they finally snuck out, their paws carrying them all the way to the shores of the sea. If this had been any other night where the warm summer breezes carried them, she would've been chattering along, excited to be going somewhere on a little adventure with a fellow apprentice but right now? The silence followed them, wary and careful, as they disappeared through hills and heather.
After a moment, the tom spoke, and she turned to listen. His words brought a small smile to her face. "Of course," she spoke, nudging him on the shoulder, "what are friends for, right?" She knew it sounded strange; she hadn't known him for too long in the first place, but right now, it felt as if they had been friends for a really long time. "Your dad's a bit...well, I guess I'm kind of ruining the vibe right now huh," she laughed sheepishly, "but for all that matters, it was really brave of you that night, you know. You probably saved my life."
So she thought they were friends. A wave of relief crashed into the tom. He... didn't really have friends here. It was a stretch to think that he had a ton of friends back in NightClan, but there were a few cats that he was at least friendly to. Here in SummerClan, he had his family, of course, but beyond them, he was lonely and sad. It was part of his positionality; on one hand, he was SummerClan, and on the other hand, he at the same time wasn't , and most cats here didn't seem to know what to do with him. The fact that Sunpaw believed they were friends helped with this. If she thought he was her friend, it meant that he wasn't completely alone.
He felt his heart flutter slightly when she touched him, although that... confused him at best. He hadn't felt that way when Rosypaw touched him, so what was different here? There was a hint of confusion in the back of his mind, but he supposed this wasn't the time to take into consideration why every time they touched he felt... odd. Not a bad odd, but just ... odd.
Foxpaw let out a bark of a laugh when she said the next thing. "Ruining the vibe is one way to put it," he agreed. "He... didn't... use to be like that. At one point, he was the best dad I could have asked for." He sounded genuinely sad as he spoke. "I don't know what happened..."
As she continued to speak, he found his head tilting to the side. "I don't know that I would call it brave," he meowed with a blink of his eyes. "Between you and I, I was shaking in my boots the whole time." He glanced down to the raggad scar on his chest. Of course, it wasn't healing the way it should have been, but he guessed that that had been almost intentional on his father's part. "I would do it again in a heartbeat, though," he added quietly.
"Plus, you were the one that stood up to him first, right? You knew that he was dangerous, but you were willing to put yourself in the middle of the fight anyways. I don't know many cats that would have done that in your position, Sunpaw. I guess we're both braver than we think."
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Post by achromatic on Oct 11, 2021 16:10:42 GMT -5
She smiled at him as he laughed. As much as she hadn't known him for too long, she had a feeling he wasn't a cat who laughed too often. She had seen him around a few times before this, hanging about his mother, always looking rather nervous and skittish on the side, so to see him actually seem at peace? That was...nice. Still, it must've been difficult, she figured, to know that your dad was a bloody psychopath. She couldn't even imagine. Sunpaw had never really met her birth father, and her adopted parents had always seemed so kind and loving, despite everything that happened.
She didn't quite believe that Phantomfox was ever...well, nice, but how could she say anything? "Yeah," she murmured, "I guess...sometimes cats change?" She wasn't exactly good at comforting others. "I'm really sorry that you had to find out all of this you know, during the invasion. It must've been pretty hard to deal with."
Still, the apprentice felt her face heat up at his admittance, that he'd have rescued her again. As much as Sunpaw believed in strong independent women, it made her feel like she was some princess in a storybook, that a prince Foxpaw would be willing to put his life on the line for her. "It is brave," she insisted as they walked along.
"To be honest, I was scared out of my mind too," she admitted, looking over to him, before feeling her face flush, "and...to be honest, you sort of remind me of my brother, you know. Like...he was always the more shy one, and...I guess I would've defended him too, you know? And in that moment, I guess it felt like we always knew each other for a little bit. It probably sounds really dumb." Her ears felt warm at the admission.
He had once been pretty consistently at peace, back before his world had crumbled. He had been known for his boyish innocence, the way that he smiled no matter what had happened. That had changed since coming to SummerClan, simply because the hurt had made him change. He had been very excited at the beginning to learn about his new family, but the excitement for his new home dwindled the moment that he had learned that it was his new home. It was nice to feel a little bit like his old self again, and for whatever reason, around Sunpaw, he did.
"Yeah, I guess so," he meowed with a nod, looking off at the water for a moment, and then down at the scars on his chest. "I knew that he had done bad things, but I never would have expected this. I've never seen him like that." He had never seen any of NightClan like that: feral, ravenous, bloodthirsty. "I guess the whole clan changed while I was gone." He blinked, before turning again to her.
He offered her a small smile at her insistance. "If you say so," he murmured in response, a little light twinkling in his gaze.
"You didn't look scared," he then continued, resting his tail on her shoulder. "I never would have guessed that you were." He then tilted his head, considering her thoughts. She was one of the first cats in SummerClan to actually talk to him, and her thoughts were important. "It doesn't sound dumb at all," he meowed with a determined nod. "I felt like we'd known each other a lot longer than we have when you offered your shoulder to me," he then added, just to make sure that she knew that he didn't think she was crazy. "Your brother, why isn't he here?" he then asked, curiosity getting the better of him. As soon as he said that, though, the tom let out an awkward noise. "I mean, you don't have to answer that, if you don't want to."
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Post by achromatic on Oct 18, 2021 18:42:26 GMT -5
Sunpaw gave him a sympathetic look; it must be difficult to know that everything had changed once they were gone, or to have lived a life before being left behind. In a way, she could almost relate. She didn't remember much from her past, but she had felt the horror and the dismay all too well when her family had left her behind. The excitement she had for being around so many cats had quickly translated into fear.
"Yeah," she murmured, "sometimes cats change but...sometimes you never know, right? Maybe they're just...I don't know, going through something?" She was trying to make him feel better but it was difficult to really justify what NightClan was doing.
She shook her head with a quiet laugh. "I really was," she chuckled lightly, "I think I was shaking down to my bones, you know. I guess it was easier to pretend I wasn't because...I had to, you know? If not, you guys might've died and I don't think I could live with myself if you did..."
His other question made her ears droop, but she shook her head. It was a story that hurt, but it was become so removed that it didn't really matter too much. "I wasn't born in SummerClan," she spoke quietly, "I don't know where my papa was from but...we were traveling a lot when I was younger, from the forests and I remember staying at a barn and meeting my sister...and it was me and my brother, you know? I had a different name back then...my mama called me Evenie and my brother's name was Aleksy, but I got sick one day, like really sick...and my papa dropped me off at SummerClan because he didn't think I'd make it if they continued their journey."
She looked sad, but it took her a few moments to recollect herself, giving him a smile that still held twinges of that sadness within. "I mean, I stayed here and had Howlingheart who took care of me, so you know, it's sort of a happy ending, right?"
Foxpaw nodded slowly. "I... I know Aspenstar well. I ... I think she's doing what she thinks she has to do." His voice sounded defeated. "I... don't understand why this is what she has to do, but if there's something I do know about Aspen, it's that once her mind is made up, nothing will change it." The tom let out a faint cough, hiding the sadness in his voice. "She was... kind of a second mother to me. I was raised alongside her adopted litter, and...." His voice trailed. And what? He should have known by the soft possession the leader seemed to have over him was evidence that she wasn't just Phantomfox's best friend? He couldn't finish his sentence, instead opting to move on.
He winced slightly at the idea that he could have died. He wanted to open his mouth and say that Phantomfox would never have hurt him, but the marks on his chest suggested that that wasn't true at all. He knew his father too well to object, so instead, he blinked a few times, offering a, "Well, good thing is, we're both still here." Still picking up the pieces of the mess of the situation, something Foxpaw assumed would take a long time to heal from. But, at least they were still here to pick them up, right?
The tom listened to her quietly as she spoke. "Evenie is a pretty name," he meowed, his soft smile reaappearing on his face. His eyes then widened at the implication. "Not that Sunpaw isn't!" he quickly - and sheepishly - added. When sadness befell her face, the tom found his tail touching her shoulder gently. He rested it there as she took her moments to collect herself, before he smiled encouragingly.
"I'm sorry that you went through that, but I'm also happy that you're here, Sunpaw."
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Post by achromatic on Oct 27, 2021 5:41:15 GMT -5
Sunpaw frowned. Aspenstar seemed like a real piece of work, that was for sure. She couldn't imagine having such a dictator be part of her family, and she gave Foxpaw a puzzled look when he mentioned that she was like a second mother. Gods, she thought. She couldn't imagine having two crazy parents; it must've been horrible to find out.
She gave him a reassuring smile as he replied. "Yeah," she murmured, "I guess we are. I'm really glad you're okay though. You and Rosethorn. I'd be pretty upset if anything happened to you."
Her ears felt warm and she averted her gaze at his compliment, her cheeks feeling even warmer. She had rarely told anyone else her name, and the first time Sunpetal had heard it, she had called it stupid. She didn't quite identify with the name anymore–she was a kit the last time someone had called her that–and yet...she felt a warmth at the idea that at least her mother gave her a name, even if they had never met.
"Thanks," she gave him a sunny grin, despite the embarrassment she had felt earlier. As her smile faded, she looked up to the sky. "Sometimes I wonder if my mother's still out there and whether she thinks about me," she sighed wistfully.
He thought about clarifying when he noticed the puzzled look. But, what would he clarify? He decided to just let it go.
When she spoke first, it was his turn to feel heat wash across his ears. "Do'ya mean that?" he asked quietly, a little bit bashfully. Although he had stepped in to save her life, the idea that she would have been upset if he had been more hurt was surprising, and sort of comforting. It also... made him feel something that he couldn't quite articulate. A butterfly in his stomach, even if she didn't mean anything by it.
He watched the other carefully, tilting his head slightly at her reaction to his compliment. He didn't comment on it, though, instead, letting his gaze follow hers. "If she is, I'm sure she does," he meowed, the stars twinkling overhead. They brought him comfort, even if he wouldn't admit it. "Once, a wise man" - well, probably his mom - "told me that even if we are apart from those we love, if they're still out there, they live under the same sky, they see the same stars. I've... always found that comforting," he finished, although he wasn't exactly sure where he was going with the thought. "If she's out there, she's probably looking at these exact same stars."
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Post by achromatic on Nov 1, 2021 20:48:57 GMT -5
She blinked in surprise as Foxpaw asked his question. "Of course I do!" she exclaimed, unsure how Foxpaw would think she was lying. She'd be devastated to know that any of her clanmates got hurt because of her, and a cat that was so sweet and kind like him? She'd be especially devastated. In a way, she was almost glad that this little adventure of theirs had happened, despite how tragic all of this was. She'd never really get to know him otherwise.
Of course, she'd never say that out loud, especially since it was his mother who had gotten injured.
A small smile appeared on her face as he spoke of the stars. How romantic, she thought dreamily, to see the world that way, as if they were all under the same stars. There was something about the way Foxpaw spoke of the world that was so starkly different from the way her first father had described it, as something dark and terrifying, something that had proved to be rather untrue.
"My dad...not Howlingheart, but my other one, always described the world as...kind of scary, you know? We were travelling a lot when we were younger, and he wanted us to be careful but...it's nice to know that it's not really as scary as it sounded. I think I'd have preferred your mom's story when I was a kit."
Relief- perhaps misplaced - flooded through his gaze. He didn't know why he needed her to say that; after all, he'd never needed Rosypaw, or any of the other cats who occupied his time back in NightClan. But, for some reason, the idea that Sunpaw was fully on his side made the tom smile slightly.
His particular disposition, the strange way he saw the world, did not happen by chance, at least, not completely. When he was young, before everything got so bad so fast, his parents had done everything they could to shelter him. They protected him, wouldn't let anything happen to him, let him have a childhood of wonder and softness. That very softness lingered, even when Phantomfox wanted nothing more than to snuff out its flames. Foxpaw was proud of his softness, of the kindness that radiated through almost everything he did. The world was dark and lonely; however, if he stayed good, he could prove that perhaps this life they all lived together wasn't entirely hell in a handbasket. Or at least, so he hoped. His goodness was not only for others, though. He knew that if he fell away from it, let the tendrils of anger wrap around the heart of gold, he would no longer know that tom who looked back in his reflection. Worse than that, if he could no longer see the good in him, he was afraid he would no longer see the good in the world. For that reason more than any, perhaps, Foxpaw would fight to stay good, to keep seeing the beauty in a horrifically violent world. Maybe if Sunpaw hung around him long enough, it would rub off on her, too.
He nodded as she spoke about her other father, nodding slightly. "He was trying to protect you, I'm sure," he meowed quietly. "Trying to make you see how the world is instead of how the world ought to be. I think that's the difference between the stories, maybe? Your dad wanted to protect you from a world by letting you see how it really was, and my mom knew that she didn't have to protect me, that I was safe and loved. I just didn't have to grow up so fast, hmm?" He paused a moment, considering the deviance between their childhoods. His, doted on and loved, hers, taught about the strangeness of reality. He blinked his silver eyes, looking off for a moment.
"Maybe my mom should have taught me stories like that. It would have made ... this ... easier. But, the thing about my mom's story, when you're taught to see the world as magical, even when reality doesn't match up with that magic, you still want to see it as magical. And so you fight, fight like hell to keep seeing the good in the world." He let out a soft noise, somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle.
"I guess I'm rambling again. Rosypaw used to make fun of me for that," he meowed with a smile. "She was my training partner," he explained. "In NightClan, apprentices come in twos. We do everything together, train alongside each other, learn to see with the other's perspectives. Rosy used to tell me I sometimes just didn't know when to shut up."
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Post by achromatic on Nov 8, 2021 18:42:41 GMT -5
She nodded slowly. There had to be a reason he had left her here, and she had spent so much time convincing herself of it. She had heard the story many times, that she had been a sickly kit, that she wouldn't have survived another journey, that they must've left her here because it was safe, because they wanted her to thrive...but then why didn't they visit? She could barely even remember her father's face, and after the third parental figure, there was always that nagging thought in the back of her mind. Was she the problem?
Of course she had never voiced it, it was one of those things she kept under wraps, so much that she almost forgot about it half the time, and yet...it was moments like this when this weakness seemed to resurface, when she pondered over her missing family, wondering where they might be and why they never came back.
She had never been forced to grow up quickly, Howlingheart had made sure that she had just the same childhood as everyone else had and yet, there was part of her that had to reckon with the idea of not being born here in a different way than Foxpaw probably had. They were two kindred spirits, with the same background of finding out reality was strangely different from what they thought it was. Her eyes softened as he spoke.
"What was it like, having a training partner?" she asked with a smile, glad to see him look happier than he did earlier, "what was your training partner like?"
He smiled at her question, silently relieved that she seemed interested in his babbling. "It was incredible," he meowed honestly. "NightClan teaches you to become one with your training partner. They move, you move. There's a level of intimacy there that can't be understated," he meowed with a nod, thinking of all of the moons that he learned to pick up on Rosypaw's perspective. "The training makes partners learn how to predict their partners every thought. It also teaches teamwork, because you're in it to win it with your partner. You only get promoted when both you and your partner are ready, so its a collaborative excersize. You learn their weaknesses and make them your strengths, so that together, you're unstoppable." His time with Rosypaw had been cut too short for them to truly become one, but still, training alone made him miss the cat who had been for most of his life his other half.
"Rosypaw is one of the kits that Phantomfox and Aspenstar adopted together." He blinked at the word adopted. It... didn't really fit. Aspen hadn't adopted the litter, she had kidnapped it, something that he refused to believe at the time. Now that he fully understood what the leader and his father were capable of, this denial had softened. "We were put together because Aspenstar knew that I needed a training partner that would understand and be willing to work with my sometimes... challenged physical state." As if to amplify this, the tom found himself letting out a long cough. "She was like a sister I never had, soft, kind, understanding." No matter how his opinion of NightClan changed, he'd never turn his back on Rosypaw. He didn't realize how much he missed her until he spoke about her, a soft wistfulness in his voice.
Deciding he'd spent too much time reminiscing, he turned the conversation back to her. "What's it like being trained alone from the start?"
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Post by achromatic on Dec 4, 2021 17:56:27 GMT -5
She nodded in rapt attention, intrigue written across her face. Was that how other cats understood each other? She had always been curious herself, to how other cats seemed to know each other so well. As much as she was a social butterfly, floating from one place to the next with a grin on her face, she never felt like she knew anyone intimately. Not her adopted father, not her friends, not...anyone. It was always she and herself, and maybe Aleksy when they were young. She never realized how lonely that sounded, and it wasn't that she felt lonely per se, but it was...a different feeling. She was never aware of it until now. Her paws shifted slightly as she shook off that feeling.
Her brow furrowed at the thought of those two psychos ever adopting a kit. She couldn't believe anyone like them could ever actually be...motherly...fatherly? enough to raise a kit. Was Rosypaw as psychotic as her parents? Were kits born crazy or raised that way? She wasn't even sure at this point. Her lips tightened into a line once more. It sounded like she wasn't anything like her adopted parents at least.
She looked up with a start as Foxpaw turned to her once more. What was it like being trained alone? It had never really felt alone, she thought. "Well..." she hesitated, "Yarntangle let me explore a lot of it on my own to be honest...but I always had other warriors help me out, and we do stuff with other apprentices too, but more like...groupwork, you know? We did a lot of training with whoever was available, so we learn from each other as much as we learn from our mentors, but I guess it's really different. I think because you're on your own, you kind of have to push forward and ask for help when you need it, you know? No one's going to force you to work hard if you don't want to, but also...not all your mentors are going to wait for you to catch up and hold your hand through it...you sort of have to ask for help on your own."
