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The fluffy white tom pricked his ears at the sound of paws overhead and tilting his head back, squinting sleepily at the entrance to the Pit. A few moments later, just as he had hoped, prey came tumbling down - barely enough for all of them if they shared properly, and few of the prisoners did. He rose to his paws and shook out his ragged shock of white fur, then slipped between the others to snag a bony pika. He retreated and set it down at his paws, salivating at the scent despite how cold and stiff it was, and glanced over at the newest prisoner.
Paprika-acorn galnced up, he'd ponly been here for a few days and already he was thrown for a whirlwind. It was vastly different from how SpringClan was, and it was shell-shocking. Mutely nodding his head to the other tom, he moved closer to share. "Thanks." It was barely a whisper, but his mother had drilled in his manners and tehy didn't fail him now.
(hey look another thread i never replied to!!! ... i blame spring break ok)
Wildpaw smiled. Manners; what a nice touch. His mother had taught him the same, but to be honest, sometimes it was hard to smile up at your captor and thank them, and the other prisoners had stopped helping him out moons ago, so he had few changes to use them. "Welcome to the Pit," he replied lightly, nudging the prey toward the other tom for the first bite. It was hard to resist digging in, but he was used to being hungry by now, and the new prisoner probably wasn't.
Paprika-acorn smiled at the apprentice. He'd only been here a few moons, and even that was taking a toll on the tom. Though he tried to keep positive, another thing his mother taught him. Maybe there was still hope in the hole, he could at least try and make it easier on the younger cat. "Thanks, how long have you been here?" He only took small bites, the younger cat needed it more than him; a soft smile graced his face, another thing Blue had taught him.
Wildpaw shrugged his shoulders. "To be honest, I've lost track of time. It's hard to judge from down here." Certainly, it had been a while: real life seemed like a distant memory now. He had heard that his mother was no longer leader of the clan, that she and his father and his siblings had gone and disappeared, but he wasn't quite sure when that had happened either. He was older now, no longer a fiery young apprentice, but the age of a young warrior or perhaps a little past that. "Maybe six or seven moons," he guessed slowly, tasting the words on his tongue. It sounded so long, but it might be true.
So this apprentice could easily be a warrior, especially in the time he'd been done here. Paprika-acorn couldn't imagine spending most of his apprenticeship down here, learning nothing but how to be hungry and grumpy. Life was meant to be lived to the fullest! Not in some hole. But maybe things would change soon, others clans had been. Look at SpringClan, his whole family had been kicked out of the clan they'd always called home. The smile dropped from his face, probably for the first time since he'd been here. He'd only taken a few bites of the prey, but suddenly he wasn't hungry anymore. "Here, you have the rest."
(I'm thinking if you don't promote him when the prison thing is no longer a thing, that they should be apprentice/mentor. They'd have this shared experience even if Paprika-acorn's wouldn't have been for as long. Kind of like war surviviors)
(Oh that would have been cool o: but he actually gets rescued in the Winter/Night plot thread so he's back in NightClan with an old friend as a mentor. kinda accidentally ditched paprika oops)
"Are you sure?" He looked up, his ears pinning back in surprise. "You've barely taken any." His cobalt gaze studied him intently, looking for a sign of what had disturbed him. Was it Wildpaw's story that moved him to empathy? He wasn't sure, but he hoped not: until his mother left, he had been a politically valuable prisoner, with better treatment than the rest. He didn't deserve any special help now either. Still, after a moment he hook the prey with a paw and pulled it closer, unable to resist digging into the remains of the meal.
"Yeah, all yours! I'm not hungry anyways." Paprika-acorn grinned, trying to show that he didn't care. But it did bother him. It bothered him that this apprentice had been here for moons, that he could be a warrior by now if it wasn't for this prison. "So tell me, how'd you even end up here?"
He swiped his tongue over his mouth before answering, savoring each morsel of prey. "Couple of cats were upset they didn't get to join the Black Hand, so they were coming down here to prove they deserved it. I figured I would tag along, just to rub Shiverstar's fur the wrong way, and we ended up surrounded. A few cats escaped back to the clan, but the rest of us ended up here." He shrugged, taking another bite, and flicking his tail across the darkened prison to his NightClan companions when he mentioned them. He had always called his mother by her first name, just to annoy her, but it also kept anyone from easily identifying him as her son. Old habit.
"Oh." Well, that's not what he'd been expecting. The tom stared wide-eyed at the apprentice, surprised b his story. Truthfully he'd been expecting an "oh, yea I accidentally stumbled across the border and got captured." Not that! That bet his story easily. Paprika-acorn just knew the other cat would think him pathetic for getting captured so easily after his escape from SpringClan. But really, he was just glad to still be alive. His mother hadn't been as lucky.
He looked up from his meal with a grin, seeing the warrior's reaction. It was a better story than most had, though it was probably twice as foolish: just a pawful of them had come to face the enemy, alone and in secret, to prove their loyalty to their clan? Being thrown in prison was probably a blessing compared to the fate that could've awaited them. Drumming his tail on the ground, he finished the meal, then leisurely stretched out. "And why are you in here?"
"Got thrown out of SpringClan." Paprika-acorn spoke like it was no big deal like it wasn't something that was life-altering and out of his control, as though he was merely asking about the weather. It was simple, the new leader didn't want them, so she'd kicked them all out on their tails. Forced on the run, his mother died in a struggle with loyal SpringClan cats, and he'd run with tears in his eyes until he'd ended up here.
He blinked. Maybe he wasn't the only one with an unexpected tale. "Alright... I was expecting that," he replied cautiously. "What'd you do?" He couldn't imagine being thrown out of NightClan, even doing something as stupid as ending up here. Shiverstar would throw out cats for breaking the warrior code, so he supposed Paprika-acorn could've done something like that. But why would he end up here?
"Existed. The new leader didn't want us there and so she kicked us out. My mother died during the commotion. The rest of my family...I don't know where they are." He'd gotten separated from them just after his mother had died before his eyes. Paprika-acorn could still remember the smile on her face when she told him to keep living just moments before she passed.
Widlpaw was silent for a long moment, taking that in. It was horrible. "I'm very sorry you had to go through that," he murmured, straightening up and briefly touching his muzzle to the older cat's head. "I can't imagine."
"Yeah, it wasn't easy. But hey! I met you didn't I." Well, he was trying to make the most of it. Even if being a prisoner in WinterClan wasn't the ideal situation at least he wasn't still in SpringClan. There he'd be tortured or worse, treated like a slave. At least here they were left alone for the most part. Paprika-acorn grinned at the younger cat. Yeah, definitely better than being stuck in SpringClan.
He laughed. "I'm glad you see that as a benefit instead of a drawback." His voice was light with humor. He did his best to be supportive of other cats and refused to let his friends be too harsh on themselves in his presence, but he didn't mind a little self-deprecation once and a while when it was in good spirits.
