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Jetclaw | The ginger-and-white tom shook out his fur as he padded into the camp with a squirrel in his jaws, then laid it carefully on the fresh-kill pile. He had always been tall for his age, luckily, as it made him look old enough to be a warrior; but he had only been an apprentice when he was exiled by SpringClan's new leader, and his inability to hunt properly put that at the forefront of everyone's gaze. He did his best, but today was the first time he'd brought in prey in two days, and he was sure everyone was disappointed.
Mandarinfeather's tail dropped as he looked around the camp. His sister had tried to reassure him, but he couldn't believe her when she said he was a fine warrior; he had been chased from his home because he wasn't. Now he was lonely and lost and no better off than before.
Softpelt had only arrived a few nights ago, pulled in by the need for someone to care for young kits, and to help heal the battered clan. She had yet to truly get settled, caught up in a whirl wind of assisting as many cats as she could. So when she finally got a breather she took a moment to come out of the medicine cat den and let out a long sigh of relief.
Then her eyes were drawn towards a familiar cat and she blinked, ears pricking in surprise.
"Mandarinpaw?" She meowed moving towards the tom. "Is that you?
Just in case he wasn’t scared enough by everything that had happened, he was worried about making friends. His only friend back home outside of his family had been Mangopaw, and even that had been a strange relationship. His shoulders slumped, dejected; he had no idea how to make friends.
The sound of his name got his attention, and slowly he turned in disbelief to see the former Teacher. “Softpelt?” He bounded forward to meet her with a laugh, his joy and relief temporarily overcoming his shy and awkward nature. “You’re here! How— why—“ he shook his head, laughed again, and said, “and it’s Madarinfeather now.”
"Well... Eternalstar wasn't happy with my performance as a warrior," The fluffy white she cat admitted. "I learned there were some very sick kits here after i was... pretty much forced out. So i decided to come here and start as FallClan's medicine cat," she said shuffling her paws.
Then she tried to brighten it up. "But its not too bad, learning tp heal is great!" She said, "And congratulations on your warrior name! Mandarinfeather is a fine name." She purred.
"With your performance? That's insane!" the young warrior exclaimed, his jaw dropping. He could understand why a useless lump of fur like him was thrown out, but her? She had been a loyal warrior for a long time and he couldn't believe Eternalstar would do such a thing. A medicine cat, though, that was a strange transition. To be honest, he wished he thought of it. He was no good with herbs, but he was no good at hunting and fighting either...
At her compliment he grew hot under his fur and ducked his head, embarrassed. "Thanks," he mumbled shyly. "I... I was afraid FallClan didn't want another useless apprentice to feed, so I pretended I was a warrior." His sister had been the one to suggest his suffix, taking it from his father Clarionfeather.
Softpelt gasped, "No no no, that won't do! Do not think of yourself as useless I will not hear another word of that talk!" She tutted. "Eternalstar has thistledown in her brain and thinks in the lines of what cats can do for her in the heat of battle, loyalty, and the softer aspects needed for clan life. The sap that helps hold us together if you will, she disregards that importance. But nonetheless it is important. And you are valid. And important. Do not let her dictate that. She might control SpringClan now, but eventually the sun will shine on our home once more." She assured him. "And they'll see you for a great warrior once the haze has been cleared out." She assured the tom.
"I think she's right, though," he meowed, slowly, looking up at her with timid eyes. "I mean.. not about most things. And- and you're right about most of that. But. Not the useless part. I really am worthless." He shrugged his ginger and white shoulders, smiling guiltily. "I can't hunt very well or fight... at all, really. I could barely talk to other cats. I don't really know how to do anything."
He sighed, then summoned a tiny smile. "But that doesn't mean I'm not trying, right? I-I can still try, and maybe someday I'll be good. At something. Anything."
"Oh Mandarinfeather, there's more to being a clanmate than hunting and fighting." Softpelt said gently resting her tail on his flank. "I am not a strong hunter or fighter, but that doesn't make me worthless, and it certainly doesn't make you worthless. Our worth is not weighed by the skills we have or don't have, but by what we bring to the clan, and you Mandarinfeather just have yet to find that. You may get better at hunting and fighting, you may discover a fondness for herbs and take up healing. Or you just take a few tasks every so often, giving the elders someone to talk to, fetching soft items to line nests with, quickly running errands, being a good listener to a cat who needs it. So many tasks that are needed in a clan that go undervalued, you just need to find what you can really bring." Softpelt told him.
It was easy for ge to say that; she was a teacher, a medicine cat. She was useful. “But I don’t want to be the cat that fetches moss,” he protested. “I don’t want to spend my whole life building nests. I know it’s useful and someone has to, that’s why we make the apprentices do it, but I want to do something else. Anything else.” His tail slumped. “I want to be.. I don’t know, appreciated, I guess.”
Maybe it was the dumb selfless apprentice in him, but he really wanted to be special. To be a part of something more than he was, not just a waste of prey his clanmates would mutter about.
