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Alabasterpaw was feeling very alone. The siblings that had been left with him at the border had "disappeared" before apprenticeship, dead, stolen or missing, he didn't know, no one had told him, and he had not asked. His mother had never come back for him. His father was even a greater mystery.
Unwanted. His white fur, beautiful as it was, made it hard for him to properly hunt. He had become a great fisherman but that would do him no favors when the water froze over, and the chilly breeze promised that the winter was soon coming. Perhaps then his pelt would useful in the snow... but it was short, would it keep him warm enough?
Would he even be useful to SummerClan?
Alabasterpaw sighed and cast his gaze out to the Southern Sea. That's right, he was on a patrol. All but the most experienced cats were told to keep well and away from its dangerous waves ever since a kit was swept away moons before he was even born. That being said, it was a deep curiosity of his. The sea was full of unknown creatures and possibilities...
"... are you listening, Alabasterpaw?" < that's your character
He turned his odd-eyed gaze to the cat at his side and offered them an easy smile. He really was a handsome cat and a social butterfly to boot, no one would guess that his heart was in turmoil, "Sorry, could you repeat that? I was... watching the waves. I've seen all kinds of things wash up in the sand. Ever wondered how deep it goes, or how far?"
Post by GidgetGal on Sept 28, 2020 15:35:54 GMT -5
Mudthistle stared down at the young apprentice, the Red Guard member considering him for a moment as a look of concern crossed her face. While most cats would simply let a slip of attention like that go and continue with their patrol, the havana-brown she-cat knew Alabasterpaw a bit better than most. Her own kits had only been a couple of days old when the young tom and his siblings had been found, and she had essentially served as his surrogate mother while they all grew up in the nursery together; it sparked fond memories of her own kithood, and how Summerclan had taken her in as family when her own parents abandoned her.
Letting out a thoughtful hum, the warrior took a seat in the dirt beside Alabasterpaw, turning to stare out at the Southern Sea as the distant sound of crashing waves roared in her ears. "I honestly don't know," she answered. "But I like to think that it stretches all the way down to the center of the world, and stretches out far enough to the place where the sun goes at night. You remember that story I used to tell you in the nursery, about the group of cats who traveled to the Sun-Drown-Place? Perhaps the Southern Sea is connected to it."
"You really think it's that big?" Alabasterpaw stammered, his eyes going wide as he cast them back out at the watery border. There was nothing on the horizon that suggested it had an ending, so maybe Mudthistle did have a point. Sometimes that most obvious answer is the correct one. But believing that the Sun-Drown-Place of legends really did exist meant that he had to put his faith in a lot of the even older stories he had been told in his youth and he didn't want to do that either. Surely he wasn't the only cat in the Mountains to draw the line at talking badgers, "I don't think so. I bet just out of sight there's another beach like this one, and the cats on that side look out at ours and wonder the same things that we do."
The white-furred tom leaned against Mudthistle and let out a nearly silent sigh. That was strange for Alabasterpaw, he never even leaned on others metaphorically, but Mudthistle was as close to a mom that he had even had so he'd allow her to see weaknesses that no other cat was privy to, "Sometimes I think that that's where I really belong. On the other side of he waves."
"Do you, now?" Her question wasn't accusing in the slightest, but instead Mudthistle's voice held genuine curiosity as she wrapped her tail around the apprentice's back while he leaned against her, the two of them staring out into the endless sea. Glancing down at Alabasterpaw, the short-furred she-cat couldn't hide the fond, almost nostalgic grin that crossed her narrow muzzle. "You know, I was the same way too, back when I was your age. There was always that urge to travel and explore what was just beyond the meadow, beyond the mountains, beyond the horizon. I still feel it, actually, more often than I care to admit. When Crimsonlife and I were younger, we used to spend entire days planning adventures for the future."
(psst Jadie want me to jump in with Frozenpaw his sister or even his aunt Seablossom from FallClan? Could be the big reveal? with a witness at that with GidgetGal)
"What, really?" Alabasterpaw's odd eyes turned away from the rolling tide and leveled with Mudthistle, shining brightly, just as they had when he listened to the elders' stories back when he was a kit. He was nearly full grown now, not far off from becoming a full-fledged Warrior, although it seemed like hardly any time had passed at all since his apprenticeship ceremony, "I know some cats come and go, but I didn't expect that you wanted to be one of them. You seem so happy here in SummerClan..." ... with your family. A thought he didn't voice, he knew better. Mudthistle had been a foundling kit just like him. She'd built what she had from the bottom up, just like he was supposed to do, but somehow she seemed different. Far away in a sense, "Did you ever go on any adventures, even one? "
(The irony! I'm his mentor with a cat that has no memories lol gonna use him too)
Lostelm, sat quietly, a few feet away, just listening. He didn't know these stories, or any others. Until about two moons ago, he didn't have a single memory to speak of. But he's found a home in SummerClan since then, and has slowly relearned and learned everything he needed to know. Whether he knew it in the past or not, is still a mystery, but his body had known how to hunt and fight. Thus leaving him to believe that maybe he had been a clan cat and at least elimination the idea of being a kittypet. Though, for all he knew, he'd was like the items from the sea, just washed up one day and started his story from there. That's sure how it felt at least. He stared out at it, curious about his own tale, his own upbringing, who he had bene before he became Lostelm. He didn't interrupt as the two spoke, but he wondered, wondered just as it seemed Alabasterpaw was as to who he could be and where he would go. He was happy in SummerClan, blessed to be alive and that they had saved his life in the first place, but still he wondered about who he had been before that fateful day.
"Are you surprised?" The she-cat replied with a snort of amusement, glancing down to meet Alabasterpaw's gaze. Out of the corner of her vision, she noticed the other member of their patrol, Lostelm, take a seat behind them. "I am happy here in Summerclan, very happy. I have a mate who I adore, kits who I would give my life for, and I'm surrounded by cats who love me just as much. But that doesn't mean I don't still wonder where I came from, or who my blood family is. I think about it a lot; was my mother being cruel, when she abandoned me on Summerclan's borders? Did she have no other choice, was she sick or dying? Or was it simply a freak accident, and fate snatched me away from her against her will?" A solemn shadow crossed over Mudthistle's normally bright eyes as her thoughts drifted off, before she turned her head to offer a small smile to Lostelm. "Your thoughts are far from uncommon, Alabasterpaw. Don't think you're alone in your struggle..."
Her voice trailed off for a moment, before her normal cheerful picking right back up at Alabasterpaw's question. "Probably not the kind that you'd be expecting," Mudthistle admitted, ears falling back against her head a bit sheepishly. "I never actually left Summerclan territory much, if at all, but I found so much adventure right here at home. For example, have I ever told you two about how Crimsonlife and I once saw Starclan dance on the Northern Sea?"
“Alone....No, definitely not alone in this Alabasterpaw. There’s plenty like you and Mudthistle, kits left at the border with no explanation. I, myself, question my origins.” The tom smiles at the other two as Mudthistle went on with a new story. How he wished he had stories to tell. One dog the past, of a life he lived, but sadly he only had the last few moons and none of that was story telling worthy. Lostelm looked out at the sea, thinking. There were others, other just like them. All questioning their past and wondering the why’s and what if’s. Maybe...maybe they could all search together? Like a club!
Alabasterpaw flinched a bit when Lostelm spoke up, even though they had left on the patrol together he'd been so wrapped up in his and Mudthistle's conversation that he had forgotten. It was sort of... embarrassing, being seen so vulnerable in front of his mentor like that, he rarely even showed that face to Mudthistle, who was pretty much his mother.
"Thank you both for sharing parts of your stories with me," He said genuinely, giving Lostelm a respectful nod and Mudthistle a head bump, before stretching back onto his feet. He was being very kind about it but it was pretty obvious that he was shutting down wherever this conversation had been going. Alabasterpaw did not like to talk about himself, "But I think we've wasted enough time already, aren't we supposed to be on a patrol? I'll have to catch your story next time, Mudthistle."
