Territory You Can Say Whatever You Like | Weaselchirp

[.SHRIKEPAW. .SHRIKEPAW.]

Early mornings, marked with frosty dew and ice-trodden birdsong, were perhaps Shrikepaw's least favorite thing—next to, like, having no answers to his questions and not understanding social situations. He was quiet like usual as he trudged after Weaselchirp as the sun began to peak over the horizon, still fighting to completely wake up. He wondered about what they'd be doing today, half-lidded pale blue eyes focused on his mentor in groggy thought as each step slowly dragged him more and more into cognitive awareness. His dreams last night had been nonsensical and random, but he decided to just ignore those and shove them out of his mind for now. There was no point in gnawing on bare bones, anyway.

He blinked, pausing briefly to shake himself as he let out a loud, obnoxious yawn, before he sat himself down, leaning all his weight on one side. After two moons under her, Shrikepaw had grown more... comfortable and relatively relaxed around her. She was eccentric and deeply fascinating, and, despite them seeming nonsensical on the surface, he had found the things she said were at least honest and mostly to the point. He hesitated, slightly, mulling over what he wanted to say before he finally spoke, "Weaselchirp? What you think is going to change with Goldenstar as leader now? Like... do you think he's going to change a lot of stuff from how Dustystar had everything?" His head tilted, tail ticking next to him as he studied his mentor.
// @Weaselchirp

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SHRIKEPAW he/him, windclan 08 moons old.
black and white tom with pale blue eyes
mentored by Weaselchirp // mentoring none
littermate to ???
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Angelkisses / @/Angelkisses on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Weaselchirp groomed herself vigorously once they had came to a halt, polishing dirt from her coat in preparation for an entirely new day of collecting more of it. Her wide orange eyes were peacefully shut, ears wobbling with each swipe of her tongue as she worked to make herself pristine for precisely five heartbeats. Then her head snapped up. Whiskers quivered like startled antennae as her gaze landed on Shrikepaw. A good question. A very good question. One she had chewed on herself many times until the flavor turned thoughtful. What shifts when a new cat takes the helm? Dustystar had been young and full of heart, loving WindClan fiercely, mistakes and all. Mistakes were part of living, sprinkled into every lifetime like burrs into fur.

Goldenstar was older. Would that make him wiser, or simply differently worn by the wind? Only time holds that answer close to its ribs. Only time. " Strong question. " she chirped, eyes brightening. " Always ask. Always wonder. Your mind must keep stretching like a tunnel you've not finished digging. Never finished. " Her ears tipped forward. " Routines are comfortable little nests. I think he will not toss them all to the wind at once. But Goldenstar is not Dustystar. Change walks whether it is invited or not, the way a river insists on moving, even when paws are planted against it. The ground shifts beneath us whether or not anyone frets about cracks. "

She tipped her head, voice soft but steady. " So we watch. We listen. We see how the story unfolds. And we speak when something bumps against our morals. Speak with patience. Speak with calm. The loudest voice is not always the one people will listen to, yes? " Her whiskers twitched again, amused and solemn all at once.

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[.SHRIKEPAW. .SHRIKEPAW.]

Shrikepaw's ear twitched at her comments of his insatiable curiosity, scratching at his cheek with a hind-paw as he listened to her. He mused over her words, batting them around in his mind like they were a mossball and he was a young kit, trying to unravel them to figure out where exactly they fit in his nest of thoughts and knowledge in thoughtful silence. "Mmm... hard to not wonder. It's like... I guess you'd say it's like tunneling in new ground. Everything feels like we're just stumbling around and I just wanna know where it starts to affect like... me," He said with a shrug. But he paused, ears folding back slightly as his own words rubbed him wrong, sounding a bit too selfish even for him. Was there a better way of wording it?

He shook his head. If there was, it didn't matter. The words were out and, at the end of the day, they were the truth. "I guess you're right though. Expecting Goldenstar to do everything like Dustystar did would be like expecting a mouse to dig like a mole. They may do some things the same but they'll never be exact," Stars, she must be rubbing off on him. The thought made him mrr in amusement, "Things just feel like they're changing so quickly, it's hard to keep up with and figure out what's solid and what's just, like... noise. I want to understand and feel certain about what I think but it feels like there's never enough for me to sink my teeth into." It was frustrating. Surrounded by rumors, fear, concerns, change, and all Shrikepaw wanted was to just find a foundation so he could even figure out where he stands amongst the crowd. He didn't want to blindly side with one side or the other, that was how mistakes were made. He knew that to catch the best prey, you had to study what you're hunting before you can even stalk it, or else you'll go hungry.

"I want to go to a gathering and meet other cats," Shrikepaw admitted, black tail thumping against the ground next to him. "I'm realizing there's more going on than just, like, hunting and surviving. If it's going to affect Windclan, then I feel like I should be more... I don't know, just able to have an opinion. Able to make the right choices. I'm not loud but what's the point of speaking if I'm just regurgitating stuff I've heard rather than things I know?"

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SHRIKEPAW he/him, windclan 08 moons old.
black and white tom with pale blue eyes
mentored by Weaselchirp // mentoring none
littermate to ???
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Angelkisses / @/Angelkisses on discord, feel free to dm for plots.