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Snowpaw stood guard outside the camp, staring warily up at the sky. The moon was not quite full today, and he hated that; it put a damper on his mood, even though he should be excited. Finally, he was going to be a warrior! But the one-eyed apprentice struggled to focus on that when it was so dark out...
Auroralights had been out hunting and was returning to camp with her small catch of two small mice when she came across Snowpaw guarding the entrance to camp. She quickly dropped her catch at her paws to greet the young tom properly. "Hi Snowpaw." she said cheerfully.
"Hey, Auroralights," he mewed with a tentative smile. The shy cat didn't get on with others easily, but he had to meet them sometimes. It was a part of the job of being a warrior. At least she had said hello first.
"Thanks. I... hope so." He glanced down at his paws with his one eye, a little shy. Everyone was always very encouraging about his prospects as a warrior, but he couldn't share their confidence. He had never been brave or strong and now he was at an even bigger disadvantage.
"You aren't the only one that had to learn how to work through injuries. If you ever need help just talk to me." the tortoiseshell she-cat offered. Over the many moons since she had come to the clan barely alive as a kit after some rogues had shredded her face and then left her and her siblings to die, she had gotten less self-conscious about the fact that the left side of her face was little more than a mass of scars and completely lacked an ear and eye on that side.
"I guess not," he murmured, regrettably thinking it was a bit different. They were all motivated and strong and courageous, and he was just a coward that got hurt every time he left the camp.
"If you need help with anything, including working through the limitations your eye leaves you with, don't be afraid to ask. Even warriors will get further training and it doesn't hurt to have someone more experienced." The small tortoiseshell wasn't sure if the tom would take up her offer but she felt better for offering him help. She had had to work through her own limitations with only a mentor who had no idea how to help her overcome them.
“Thanks, Auroralights,” he murmured, knowing it was perfectly good advice as much as he knew he didn’t have the gall to take it. He tried his hardest to be brave but it always backfired and left him feeling even worse than before. But he kept trying and that was something, right? The white tom tilted his head back and sighed. He was nearly a warrior, but he hardly felt like it, he felt like the same scared young kit he had always been.
“When did you first... feel different?” he asked her slowly, quietly. “Like a real warrior. Not a pretender.”
"I don't know to be honest." She responded. "It took a lot of hard work and time to get to where I am now and it wasn't really just a sudden realization."
Snowpaw nodded slowly. "I don't know if I'll ever get that far. I barely feel like an apprentice sometimes." But that was hardly true, he realized as he said it -- he did feel like an apprentice. A sad old apprentice bent under the weight of responsibility, but far from a kit.
"As long as you work hard and keep trying your best you can do anything that you put your mind to." Auroralights said, meaning every word that came out of her mouth. "And I'm not just saying that because it's what every other cat will spew when you have a disability or even when you're a kit."
Snowpaw laughed. It was a hollow, empty sound. "Mother used to say that too. Told me I could be a medicine cat, but I didn't want that... didn't want the stars in my eyes... but she told my sister, too, and she believed it." A heavy sigh. "Told her and they both went off to be strong warriors, and they didn't come back. Turns out they couldn't do everything after all."
"I don't remember my parents anymore." Auroralights admitted. "I was brought to MoonClan like this," meaning her old, healed scars, "along with my brother Phantomwind and sister, Sunsetriot. I was never encouraged to try very hard and after I was made an apprentice many doubted I'd ever make a warrior and said I should just join the elders and live out my life there since I couldn't possibly be of any help to the clan half deaf and blind." she admitted.
Snowpaw nodded slightly, his gaze softly moving over scars as she spoke. It was hard for him, but he was born in the clan; it must have been harder to join the clan when she was so badly scarred. "But you did. You found a way to become a warrior," he finished, slowly, and then sighed. "You did that, but maybe that was just luck. I don't..." he sighed, biting down on the words, wishing he could phrase it all without insulting her, but it was too late for that. He switched tactics. "Maybe that's normal. Maybe most cats can still be a warrior even once they're hurt. But I don't know if I should. If I'm cursed, if that's why all this has happened... what might happen if I stay here longer?" What if he hurt someone else?
