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Bleakpaw carried some herbs over to the medicine cat den. It was a good thing he'd spent so much time there back when Bruniaberry had been medicine cat apprentice and okay with him sitting in when she learned from Coyoteloyalty (when it didn't conflict with his training of course).
But now with Mercurypaw as the new medicine cat, without an opportunity to have any training, the older apprentice wanted to do his best to help.
So he'd gotten up just as the winter sun set and grabbed up some herbs to add to the stores before frost killed them all.
He was a little tired, but he should have enough energy to keep up with the new apprentice who was to be his partner.
He set down the herbs taking care not to wake Mercurypaw before trotting over to the apprentice den to look for Aconitepaw.
Already awake, Aconitepaw was grooming her luxurious cream coat, neatening each long fur into its place. Her work was methodical as she smoothly nudged each strand and slicked it flat, preparing herself for the night ahead. Though it would get scuffed and dusty as they went on, she liked to start with her coat so clean it shone. It was a little more difficult to hunt when she was lit up like a beacon with her light fur in the night, but it relaxed her.
She looked up as the tomcat entered, blinking baby blue eyes, then summoning a sweet tempered smile. "Bleakpaw, there you are. I was just getting ready to head out. Are you ready?" she asked as she rose to her dainty paws.
Bleakpaw tilted his head. "Wouldn't you rather wash after training?" He asked, he hoped he didn't sound judgemental of his adopted sister. But he was bewildered, she looked pristine, like she was... going to a gathering or spending time with someone special. Not preparing to go training and likely get messy. She looked like there was a single fur out of place.
He supposed he couldn't really judge, his siblings had called him out for his odd interest in the medicine cat den despite being a warrior apprentice, and his well... strong relationship with StarClan. He didn't hear from them but he believed in them strongly and often felt that he could sense their presence more astutely than most other cats.
"I'll wash then as well, but I want to be ready for the day," she told him. She had long ago given up on explaining the ritual calmed her, kept her stable. The other apprentices had just looked at her strange, and she'd heard a couple gossiping about it behind her back. Maybe they didn't mean any harm, but it had wounded her, so she kept her reasons to herself now. Bleakpaw may be like her brother, but she didn't expect him to understand either.
Bleakpaw nodded, "Oh okay... that does make more sense, you look your best while you're awake, then after you're done working hard and getting dirty you clean up and you're ready to spend a little more time clean and then you can sleep easy!" He said. He'd seen a few cats do a quick wash before heading out to hunt, and then afterwards clean up. But if Aconitepaw liked taking her time, again who was he to judge.
"Anyways what would you like to work on? We could do some battle practice, some hunting practice. What has your mentor covered so far? I'd like for us to start off with something familiar." He said.
"Sure," she agreed easily, pleased that he had come up with an explanation that suited them both. It made sense to him, and wasn't completely wrong: that was enough for her. She listened to the older apprentice talk, recounting the few lessons she'd already had. "We mostly just did the basics, borders and patrols and all that. We've done a little bit of hunting," she suggested. Aconitepaw hadn't caught anything, though they hadn't spent too much time on it, so she assumed it was normal.
"Hmm, we could head along the border, do a quick check and see if we can pick up something to hunt," Bleakpaw decided after some thinking. He headed towards the entrance beckoning for Aconitepaw to follow. "Which border do you think we should check?" He asked.
"Sure, that works. We should check the MoonClan border and see if they're causing any trouble, since they'll be up at night too," she suggested. Any SunClan scents would already be stale.
Bleakpaw nodded in agreement. "That's some sound reasoning, plus I imagine SunClan has more important things than giving us, their current allies trouble. So checking their border is a little less of a priority."
"Yeah. They'd have to be mousebrained to get in a fight with us while they're already fighting with everyone else," Aconitepaw agreed, flexing her claws and wondering if they were just that mousebrained.
“Then to the MoonClan border we go!” Bleakpaw meowed waving his tail and heading in the direction of MoonClan’s border. “I wonder if MoonClan’s worried at all, since NightClan and SunClan are allies and we bested DayClan already,” he mused as they walked
Aconitepaw trotted after him, her plumy tail waving in the air behind them, and dainty white paws starting to dirty from the ground beneath. "They should be, SunClan hates them, and if they attack we have to join them."
Bleakpaw considered her words and nodded, "That is true," He said. "I'm surprised they haven't honestly, since they hate each other so much." He shrugged. "But I'm no leader, so I'm not gonna look too deeply. Maybe it's also because they think MoonClan'll put up a bigger fight. SpringClan surrendered after Frozenfire killed a cat, and I don't think DayClan fought that much harder against SunClan honestly."
But three clans against one would surely be more than enough to take down one clan. SpringClan had had to be bested by NightClan and SunClan had bested DayClan, the alliance hadn't exactly gone after each clan together as a united force, they'd spread out and attacked different targets. It made him wonder if BrookClan had targetted a group and then failed to defeat them.
Maybe StarClan was making their disapproval known? Bleakpaw's eyes went up to the stars above. That they didn't like NightClan acting in this way, turning on their fellow believers in StarClan for two clans that had turned their back on StarClan in favor of these... gods.
"I guess," Aconitepaw concluded. She didn't know much about tactics or politics either, and frankly, she preferred it that way. She had enough of her own problems to deal with without worrying about what other clans were doing or why they weren't fighting. She had no interest or loyalty in SunClan or MoonClan. "Well, it doesn't really matter if it makes sense to us, just to Burningstar. We just do what we're told."
Bleakpaw refocused on Aconitepaw and nodded, "That's very true," He agreed. "Our job is to obey the Monarch, our leader. And Burningstar's been doing a pretty good job..." He trailed off though thinking about his mother Shiverstar, the leader before Burningstar and Gravity his father. He wished he knew what had pushed his mother to step down like she had. And if she would've been okay with Burningstar altering her policies on outsiders like she had. While the trials and blood bond ritual offered a way to vet who came into NightClan, he wondered how his mother would've thought of it. Or how his father would've. His father had been an outsider, Aconitepaw and her siblings had been found by his mother. So perhaps Burningstar was just recognizing that so much of NightClan was built from those who'd come from outside it's borders to build up their clan.
Her ears pricked as he trailed off, and it took her a moment to follow his thoughts. Though Shiverstar had raised her and her siblings, she had never felt a connection to her, never truly felt like her daughter. Maybe that was her own fault. She hadn't understood their father either: born of the League, but mostly soft, with an almost imperceptibly hard edge. He had a life before he came to the clan they would never see, but from the little she had seen of his former home, Gravity didn't fit in with them. It made little and less sense to her, but she had respected him, because he must have earned it: he had been the mate first of a Shaman and then a leader, so there must have been something admirable in him she had simply missed.
Of course, he had disappeared. It was during the time that many had disappeared, so they thought he might have gone with them, but something hadn't felt right. She wondered if a darker fate had awaited the tom than any of them were aware.
"Do you miss them?" she asked softly, glancing over at Bleakpaw.
(I was wondering how you decided Gravity was going to disappear/die, was hoping he'd have a dramatic death.
Coming up with an in rp reason for all the disappearances could be interesting except all my brains providing is mostly just cannibals, bigger animals than the cats, or something like that. Could be a smaller plot event something attacked those cats leaving, and it leaves like remains and NightClan is like 'oh crap there's something big and bad and terrible and that wants to eat us out there we should probably do something about it')
Bleakpaw nodded, it hurt... kind of a lot really that his parents would be fine just leaving him behind without anyone really. All his siblings were gone as well: Jaggedpaw and Brokenpaw going with them, and Wildpaw was still imprisoned in WinterClan. He'd hoped that maybe they'd gone to retrieve Wildpaw and would come back. But quickly he'd realized his family was gone, and it left him feeling crushed and even a little abandoned. He still had his faith, his clan, and his adopted siblings. But even then his adopted siblings were distant. Viscariapaw was a bit prickly and Aconitepaw, well they were paired together but he felt like he knew so little about her.
"I do. I wish they hadn't left. Or at least had told me... told me that they were leaving and maybe just... why. Why they had to leave NightClan, leave me behind." He didn't know if he would've gone with them or not. But at least being told they were going away... given a chance to stay with them would hurt less than this.
(Yo cannibals could be fun xD I wasn't sure what the official reason was so I hadn't planned anything out for his specifically. But before he disappeared for the plot he had been trying to convince Shiverstar to let him go talk to his old friends in PI to figure out Vera's plans, so maybe he ran off to do that and it didn't go well :p)
Aconitepaw listened, and she felt the truth of his words. Though it was too a lesser degree than how he might feel, she did feel betrayed by their family: they had gone and left them without so much as a goodbye, no offer to come with, not even an explanation of why they had to go. Just... gone into the night. Had they truly just got up and walked away? Had they died, and their bodies never found? It made her sick to think of them as dead, but it hurt to know they just left their kits behind.
"It isn't fair to you," she mewed suddenly, and her voice hardened. "That they just up and left without you and Wildpaw."
