(đ“†©âœ§đ“†ª) dreampaw's spent the majority of his life in shadowclan, but his heart will always have a special place in his mother's kingdom. thunderclan is where he was born, where he spent his formative moons before he was sent to live with his father. he returns there every moon or so, to visit, to be sure his mother is doing well and her clan are thriving. when he was a kit, the boy had asked naively why mama and papa couldn't just live together. if they were in love, why not combine the clans? both parents had given him a brief overview of their history, but he has always longed to know more.
there are cats in thunderclan who scoff at his shadowclan blood, and, likewise, cats in shadowclan who sneer every time he returns from visiting his mother. there looks of distaste, their mutterings, get to him, itch under his skin. he has no idea why there is hostility between the two. today, dreampaw decides it is time to find out. he deserves to know, he reasons, as the prince of two kingdoms. glowing magenta eyes flick about camp, observing shadowclan as it thrives amongst the early signs of leaf-fall. his fellow apprentices lounge outside their den, paws stretched out and tongues smoothing fur ruffled from training. likewise, the clan's warriors settle in for a cool evening, sharing tongues amongst themselves. a pelt of rusted pitch stands out, poison green eyes glowing from a corner where the night guard sits by a group of his fellows. mothbite - a staunch dissenter of thunderclan/shadowclan relations, a cat who has always eyed him with some emotion dreampaw does not yet recognize.
standing, the young apprentice pads towards the night guard, ignoring his fellow apprentices' questions about his actions. mothbite swallows his prey, then continues his mutterings with his peers. "... thunderclan border... juniperstar... annoying like always..." dreampaw catches snippets as he approaches, and his tail flicks irritably. "why do you not like thunderclan?" he asks bluntly, standing before the tomcat with narrowed eyes. "no cat will tell me why we're not one clan anymore. i want to know," staring down the tom, it's clear the boy will not leave until he gets answers. "what's wrong with my mom, huh?"
there are cats in thunderclan who scoff at his shadowclan blood, and, likewise, cats in shadowclan who sneer every time he returns from visiting his mother. there looks of distaste, their mutterings, get to him, itch under his skin. he has no idea why there is hostility between the two. today, dreampaw decides it is time to find out. he deserves to know, he reasons, as the prince of two kingdoms. glowing magenta eyes flick about camp, observing shadowclan as it thrives amongst the early signs of leaf-fall. his fellow apprentices lounge outside their den, paws stretched out and tongues smoothing fur ruffled from training. likewise, the clan's warriors settle in for a cool evening, sharing tongues amongst themselves. a pelt of rusted pitch stands out, poison green eyes glowing from a corner where the night guard sits by a group of his fellows. mothbite - a staunch dissenter of thunderclan/shadowclan relations, a cat who has always eyed him with some emotion dreampaw does not yet recognize.
standing, the young apprentice pads towards the night guard, ignoring his fellow apprentices' questions about his actions. mothbite swallows his prey, then continues his mutterings with his peers. "... thunderclan border... juniperstar... annoying like always..." dreampaw catches snippets as he approaches, and his tail flicks irritably. "why do you not like thunderclan?" he asks bluntly, standing before the tomcat with narrowed eyes. "no cat will tell me why we're not one clan anymore. i want to know," staring down the tom, it's clear the boy will not leave until he gets answers. "what's wrong with my mom, huh?"
- // @Mothbite sorry this is so late " #e9af74"
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DREAMKIT đ“†©âœ§đ“†ª HE / HIM, APPRENTICE OF SHADOWCLAN. 07 MOONS, MENTORED BY HALFSHADE, PENNED BY LAVS
a longhaired chocolate spotted tabby with low white and orange eyes. silky chocolate fur cascades in waves across his boxy frame, darker dapples giving him his tabby pelt. creamy white splashes his paws, belly, tail tip, and muzzle, freckling across his face. the hue of a crackling fire sparkles from narrow sockets.