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YOU CAN'T GO BACK AND CHANGE THE BEGINNING, BUT YOU CAN START WHERE YOU ARE AND CHANGE THE ENDING
Rosettepaw stood in the training hollow, her white pelt was disheveled and covered in a dusting of snow, her breathing labored from practicing alone. She had been given the day to relax, but after laying in camp and watching her clanmates going about their duties she decided there were better ways to fill her time even if it meant being by herself. Without waiting for her breathing to slow down she crouched down and launched herself forward, her fore paws swiping at a stick she had stuck into the thick snow.
(Putting this so I remember what's going on lol Polarblast's bff and future mate)
Polarblast had just entered the clearing for his own practice. Many had already left for the day, leaving the hollow empty except for the two currently occupying it. The large tom gazed at the form of the student before him. It was good, strong, but there were minor errors that if they were fixed it'd make the move perfect. He was curious though. Most of the students didn't stay this long in the hollow, training well into the night. Soon dusk would be on them and then not long later night would take over. Most cats would be heading to bed soon. But not these two. It was a mystery. Poalrblast liked this time but he liked the calmness of the air, the silent judgment of the night. But now it would seem that he'd be sharing his precious time with a student that didn't have their form perfect. But curious still, he took a seat and observed. Her form was good, but errors were made. Something one could expect of a student, ones he saw in all students and even the newly promoted warriors. Skill too time and experience. And patient and guidance from someone who knew where corrections needed to be applied.
YOU CAN'T GO BACK AND CHANGE THE BEGINNING, BUT YOU CAN START WHERE YOU ARE AND CHANGE THE ENDING
The white she-cat was too focused on what she was doing to notice that someone else was now in the training hollow with her, watching her. She kept repeating the same move over and over again until the snow beneath her had been trampled and thrown so much there was now a defined rut, she backed up and shot forward once more. As she did so her front right paw landed on a fine pointed rock that had once been buried, it dug its way into her pad like a thorn; a hiss escaped between her lips but she kept moving, blood staining the ground behind her.
Polarblast watched, mesmerized by her determination and skill. She didn't stop, not once, probably didn't even know he was there. It was inspiring and he wished all students were like her but knew that couldn't be possible. But then he scented it, and spotted it a moment later. Blood. She'd done something, and he wouldn't allow her to continue hurt, at least not until he'd looked it over to make sure it wasn't something serious. "Rosettepaw!" He'd worked through enough injuries to know what can and shouldn't be pushed through and he'd teach her that tonight.
(Totally didn't look at this then forget to reply cx)
She was still pushing forward, the muscles in her hind legs getting ready for the leap and just as her paws left the ground she heard her name being called. The suddenness of it cuased her to twist her head in the direction it came from, Rosettepaws body twisted in the air from the unexpected movement throwing her balance in the process. This wasnt going to end well. Her eyes met Polarblasts as she came crashing back to the ground, a thump echoing through the hollow before she rolled forward into a thick pile of snow.
"Ow, you starled me, what were you doing?" She groaned, standing up and shaking the snow from her pelt. As she stood looking at the tom blood began to stain the snow around her front paw.
Polarblast cringed at what he'd caused. The stupid tom hadn't thought before opening his mouth in order to stop her that she was about to leap into another attack formation. Really, he was just getting more and more careless lately. First the blind dating event, and now kits he didn't want, and there's this, causing further injury to a fellow WinterClan cat. "Sorry, didn't think you were gonna begin that move before I called out. Just...just wanted to make sure you didn't further hurt your paw...." He trailed off as he walked closer, a moment of unsurity about him. Something that was becoming more and more common lately since his mother had called him a disgrace and practically disowned him without actually disowning him. Maybe it would have been better if she had.
There was a mixed look of confusion and perhaps surprise on Rosettepaws face, she had seen the tom before her crash but hadn't made the connection on who he was until now. The apprentice was not in the dark when it came to knowing his family or his mother, so why was he here talking to her? From all that she had seen they were not fond of anyone who did not carry Winterclan blood and she didn't have a single drop. She was pulled out of her silent and staring state when his worried voice rang in her ears. "Sorry? Oh, um, right no it's fine. I should have-" her rambling stopped and she looked down at her paw when he mentioned it, the snow below was a deep crimson and her normally white fur was stained. "This?" She questioned, lifting her foot so it was eye level. She was begining to recall the sting of pain she felt earlier, but hadn't thought much of it.
Polarblast nodded his head, but didn't meet her eyes. He'd messed up so much lately that he shouldn't be surprised he'd done it again. Though it was actually for the better since it seemed as though she'd have kept going on the injured paw and made it worse. "You shoul-...you should probably clean it out of your fur...and see how bad it is...." It was uncommon, completely out of the ordinary for the tom to seem so unsure of himself and to pause with his words, to even limited eye contact the way he was. Something was clearly off with Poalrblast, but would she ask? Did she care? Or was he too stuck up and pureblood enthusiast for her to say more than polite conversation? Truly he didn't someone to see him as more than his mother's perfect son. Especially since he'd lost that title with his latest actions. He'd lost who he was, but was he ever more than a perfect puppet? Who was Poalrblast? Surely not this broken shell, not the lost boy trying to figure things out.
The apprentice lifted her eyes from her paw as Polarblast spoke, it was odd how he sounded, his normal confidence wasnt present, he almost seemed scared but she didn't understand why. "Are you alright, Polarblast?" She asked it carefully, in case he suddenly hardened his emotions. She lowered her paw back to the ground, now more focused on the warrior and his strange behavior, she had a reason to be scared, but what was his? Would he be willing to even tell her or had her question been too much? "Um, you dont have to tell me if you don't want to though, you just seem off and it worried me a little... I'm sorry." She wasnt sure why she apologized but some part of her felt it was needed. Being raised by Wolfbee and Aslerblossom she was taught to look past blood ties, that it wasnt everything. She didn't see the Winterclan blood that flowed through the tom either, she saw him for his actions which up until now hadn't been too pleasant.
Polarblast didn't answer, merely deflated before her. What could he say? That he'd basically been disowned? Would she even care or understand? She was adopted, no WinterCaln blood to speak of and he'd been raised to value it over his own life. Blood ties and loyalty to WinterClan. That was what he'd been raised on and Mother had taught him all he needed to know, to raise against her even if she defined either of those two. But it was him who'd failed. He'd taken a fling, even for the better of WinterClan, and lost his title as a pureblood cat in his mother's eyes. It was a hard blow to handle. Without thinking, his mouth moving before he can catch himself, "it's just...mom..mom disowned me...." Not once did he look up from his paws. Not once did he speak louder than a whisper. This was the first time he'd told anyone, even spoken the words out loud. What would he find on her face if he did lookup? Shock? Or would she be pleased that he'd finally been taken down a few pegs in life?
Rosettepaw waited as the silence between them grew, she could see he was conflicted by whatever was going on, refusing to lift his eyes to meet hers as various emotion flickered across his face. Still, she waited, patiently watching without a single sound escaping her. When he finally did manage to speak although it was a whisper she heard it well, the string of words that met her ears were unexpected, shocking even but it didn't show through the sudden wave of sadness that came with it. "Polarblast..." his name was a whisper rolling off her tongue, she wanted to give him some kind of comfort, for him to look up from his paws and hold his head higher. Rosettepaw was lost for words, despite knowing how his mother saw the world she couldn't even come close to understanding how a mother could treat their own kits as she did hers, it was a different world than her own.
Without much thought she moved closer to the defeated tom, the pain in her paw numbed by the air of pain that seemed to be swirling around them. She sat at his side, a small space between them and lifted her fluffy tail with slight hesitation before resting it on his shoulder. She still wasnt sure how to act around him, what would be acceptable even in the state he was. "How long has it been like this?" She asked it carefully, not wanting to push too much on the sore subject. She did think the tom arrogant and full of himself but as she sat there watching him she couldn't help but hope he would return to that if it meant he wouldnt look as if the world around him was crumbling anymore.
He stiffed, right so at the first ounce of contact in moons. Even before this, his family wasn't know for their affection; touch far and few between at that. For a moment he had no idea how to react, what to do. Did he place his tail across her shoulder? Lean his head over as he'd heard in the stories? Just what was expected of him now? That was a question he seemed to be asking a lot now. What was expected of him now? A simple one, but one that threw him for a loop each and every time. Before, his world had been simple. Please mother, mate a pureblood, have pureblooded kits, and look down upon thus who were of mixed blood. But now...now he didn't know what to do and it was clear to all around him. Though none had been bothered to or even wonder why until now. She was the first, and possibly the last at that. Polarblast spared her a glance, eyes searching. For what he did not know. Was it how to react? What she wanted from him? Pity? Humor at his situation? He wasn't sure. But all he found as sincerity. "Do...do you even care?" Could one blame him for asking? none had before, and none would in the future, especially not now that mother was against him. While his tone came across as harsh and cruel, as it had always been to those deemed lesser than him by mother, his eyes shone with want and desire. The desire for someone, anyone to actually care for once. To tell him what he needed to do to fix this and be right with it all again. He was lost, more so than a kit in a winter storm.....And he wasn't sure he'd ever be found at this rate.
