Territory SkyClan HEAVEN HELP ME FOR THE WAY I AM - [ intro, at fox burrow ]

[sweetpaw sweetpaw]

sleep in heavenly peace,

sleep in heavenly peace

Sweetpaw's apprenticeship has been rather uneventful. It's been almost a moon now since she had been apprenticed, and her mentor does not seem to care much for the bond between them or the quality of Sweetpaw's training. Every day is the same: training, patrol, and chores. Sweetpaw likes a routine, but she does feel somewhat jealous of many of the other apprentices. She wishes that he wanted to have a real partnership with her, or otherwise would at least tailor her learning opportunities. Sweetpaw doesn't want to fall behind. Though her tenure as an apprentice is fresh, she knows that Hawkstar seems to always be watching.

What was supposed to be a patrol has quickly devolved into nonsense. By way of a path that has taken them close to the gorge, they have come close enough to the fox burrow that a few of the attending apprentices have scampered over to dare one another to get as close to it as possible. Though there's a chance it's unoccupied, there's some merit to their actions being considered a dare. Having been stuck on this patrol because Sweetpaw's mentor is doing who-knows-what, she haughtily stands back and watches their shenanigans, as obedient as always. She can't want to tell her mentor about her good behavior, as much as it seems like troutpine doesn't care.

"I don't get why they do that," Sweetpaw voices, blinking round eyes at the other cats who stand back "It's like they want to tempt fate..." her words trail off and she tips her head slightly, as if deeply pondering something. The apprentices are taunting and shouting at one another, and Sweetpaw watches silently. After a long pause, she glances at the clanmates who stand beside her- a wise choice given the potential implications- and asks: "Do you believe in fate? Like there's some force out there that chooses things for us and we have nothing we can do to change it?"

/ miss sweet has a neglectful npc mentor for now for da character devs :3 also feel free to have ur guy either be one of the fox-tempters or one of the cats standing back with sweetpaw!!

 

[SWALLOWBREEZE]

back in her day, apprentices dared each other to climb the roughest edge of the gorge. pebbles and rock would threaten to wobble under their paws. whoever made it to the top usually struggled to get down, but they had bragging rights for the rest of the moon. scrapes and bruises would litter the group afterwards, it was worth it for an easy adrenaline rush in an otherwise dull environment. swallowbreeze never concerned herself with activities that would skyrocket her anxieties, preferring the safety of the ground instead.

yet, she lingers around the fox burrow with sweetpaw and the others; it's the best place to forage marigold, unfortunately. swallowbreeze checks a bundle of plants to make sure it's still growing, and turns her attention back to the group of bystanders. she frowns at sweetpaw's question. "that's a little, uhm... much, don't you think?" her gaze nervously sweeps towards the apprentices frolicking near the mouth of the den. "to answer your question... maybe? i think fate is what brought us to the forest, after all. where did this question come from, anyways?"

 

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

"The lot of 'em are gonna get themselves killed if they don't stop." Duskpool's rumbled voice came from afar. His bulky frame paddin' toward the two with a tight-lipped frown huggin' the ends of his scarred lips. Idiots. What were they expectin' to happen? Nothin' ever good came about pokin' those dens. It was just askin' for trouble that none of 'em wanted to deal with.

His chest heaved a great big sigh, wooly plumage sweepin' the ground. His scarred head pivotin' to peek at Sweetpaw and Swallowbreeze. He overheard somethin' about fate. It made the older warrior snort. He ain't all that superstitious, but most days Duskpool believed someone bigger than 'em was pullin' the strings and it seemed to have a great deal of joy watchin' these here cats suffer. It made him wonder when the final string will be cut. "Hey now, where has yer mentor gone off too, kiddo?" His molten iris narrowed, twistin' slightly to keep the other apprentices within eyesight, muscles coiled, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

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  DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scars—old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderous—war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.
  
  ᯓ★ senior warrior of skyclan (sun guard during coffeestar's reign)
  ᯓ★ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
  ᯓ★ eighty-two moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ᯓ★ speech thought action
  ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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