Open STAY WHERE IT'S SAFE // rta

[ASHENPAW]

" He is hurt, again?!." Twistgale snarled out at Cottonmist who was giving a angry glare back, " Don't snarl like that, you're scaring my boy." Ashenpaw felt his mothers tail wrap over his form protectively while defending him against Twistgale, his mentor. " Cottonmist, he is not a kit anymore!." Huh, that was kinda rude, why couldn't he be the one to decide that for?. " He is always sick or hurt, or something else!. How is he suppose to become a warrior if he never leaves camp with me!." Well, maybe it was valid to why Twistgale felt so frustrated for, after all it was all true. The moment Ashen had become Ashenpaw his mom always come up with an excuse to why he shouldn't leave camp. At his very first day as an apprentice he had become 'sick' and stayed in the medicine cat den for days to skip training, and when he had finally 'recoverd' it was his eye that was wrong at, and then bellyache and then....the list contunied on until the clan had started to become suspetious, at least Twistgale had started to grow tired of this pretend games no longer believing them.

While it not had been his idea behind this masterplan he had played along with his mothers new ways of preventing him to leave camp because...he really didn't want to. It was a scary place out there, and that barn fire still plagued his dreams even now, and since then his mother had become even more convinced that the world was dangerous and she needed to protect him from it, and her fears reflected right back at him as well. So he had decided to keep this going as long as possible, so he could be kept safe while playing with his feathers instead of having to his fears. It was a perfect bulletproof plan but he knew someone sooner or later would ruin it all for him. The clan had already become suspectious, and he was not sure for how much longer Dustystar would allow this to contunie or...Meadowpaw...uhm, well, anyway, he was sure his momma would keep this up for a bit longer.

" If he is hurt he is hurt!. I won't allow my baby to go out when he is in pain!." Momma wouldn't give in, and Twistgale realized this with ears flattering back, giving a frown before casting a glare down at him. Oh, oh, it was his time to shine!. Ashen blinked his eyes before picking his paw up and giving a sniff. " Ow,ow, owww, my poor paw!, it hurts so much i think i might die. " he said with crocodile tears running down his checks, because he was a master of disguise. Nobody could see through him!. Twistgale would give out a low growl in frustration before he just turned tail and walked away muttering something about telling Dustystar about this.

With his annoying mentor out of the way to get him to leave camp, Ashen couldn't wait to get to play with his feathers for another day.

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[ROOSTERTUFT]

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Roostertuft watches the scene unfold with a raised brow in the direction of Twistgale, Cottonmist, and Ashenpaw... it really isn't any of his business but he could somewhat understand the warriors frustration over being unable to perform his duty as a mentor and teach his apprentice due to the kid's mother getting in the way. As if things couldn't get any worse, the apprentice begins to blubber with tears streaming down his face with snot threatening to drip from his nose and it causes the tom to wince at the sight of it, the tom wasn't a kit anymore and didn't need Cottonmist to coddle him anymore. He couldn't really feel empathetic for Cottonmist especially since they've been doing this for a whole moon now and the boy hasn't learnt a lick of being a warrior, he wouldn't be resourceful to Windclan in the least.

"Got a thorn in your paw, huh?" He finally decides to speak up not realizing that his paws had closed the distance between himself and the mother along with her son, he spares a glance in the direction of Twistgale who had began to storm off. A chuckle slips from his head as his helm tilts to the side only to wave a paw towards Ashenpaw rather nonchalantly "You still got the other paws, maybe, you could help around the nursery. We could get some new moss. For the kits and queens." The actual kits. A charming smile is sent in the direction of Cottonmist knowing that she's likely going to glare daggers his way but Roostertuft doesn't really care to say the least and his whiskers quiver towards the apprentice once more "Or y'know could see Meadowpaw about that paw... I think the last time I went to her with a similar injury, she gave me one of the most bitter and disgusting herb in her stock. The taste of it didn't leave my jaws for a whole moon."

He was mostly over-exaggerating to possibly scare Ashenpaw straight so that he'd stop trying to avoid his duties... in his eyes, he's doing Twistgale a favor but to others it may look like he's antagonizing both mother and child of which, he isn't doing. At least, that's what he believes anyways.

FACES ILLUMINATED IN THE DARK

ROOSTERTUFT

WINDCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/HIM​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a large, longhaired black smoke tortie/blue ticked tabby chimera with a pair of earthy toned eyes and low white
has complicated feelings towards goldenroar and subtly interested in nutmegpurr

charismatic, stubborn, adventurous, aloof, and awkward would be a few words that describe roostertuft as an individual. a former barncat that's getting accustomed to clan life after the events of the barn burning down, he oftentimes misses the life before it burnt down yet he's someone who'll adapt to change.

 

[charitypaw]

Charitypaw cannot imagine having a parent has overbearing as Cottonmist. She was used to the harrowing nature of her own heritage - how one parent lunged for another, and instead of his death, he was cast out. She recalls chasing his pawsteps across metaphorical land and sea, and even though now they occupy the same Clan, Solacewhisper still does not deign his daughter with anything more than loving curiosity. Her tail is never tugged and her ability is never dampened. If anything, her mother is more apt to throw her to the wind once again and see where it takes her.

"Curious..." Charitypaw croons as she leans into the nearest apprentice. Her white fur does not bristle as much as it flexes with the desire to learn. Why is Cottonmist so mothlike, drawn to her precious baby? Why does she hoard him like treasure, and he act like a fawn with four broken legs? Roostertuft rumbles his story towards the apprentice, talking of bitter herbs, and Charitypaw wonders if he's seeing through the warrior's act, or if he's just gotten used to adults lying for the fun of it. Regardless, he draws to his full height and joins in with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh, you too? Meadowpaw told me I had to chew until my jaws were sore...!" As if her friend would give her such a dour task. Charitypaw hopes the other doesn't mind the white lie in this case. If anything, it may be all the more fun if their little medic in training joined in the teasing.