I BET YOU THINK THIS SONG IS ABOUT YOU
——————————Gracepaw stretched idly on the warm sunned rocks, licking her paws. She should probably be training, but who cared? Her parents were gone, it wasn't like anyone that mattered would even be there to see her become a warrior next moon. She was sure her mentor would pass her ahead regardless, Goldenheart had always been far too kind for his own good. She eyed the rocks around her, knowing that these rocks were a heavy battle area between Thunderclan and Riverclan.
Truthfully, she had rarely met other warriors or apprentices from the differing clans. Goldenheart was shy, he avoided gatherings like the plague. As such, Gracepaw had never gotten to experience one, and her shirking her duties meant that she rarely moved with patrols and never got to see how the other clans functioned. She had heard a great deal about Riverclan's beauty, causing her to scoff. As if they could be prettier than her. The petite, fluffy molly looked at her paws, perfectly groomed. She would be sure to show up any Riverclanners that showed up.
She thought about her siblings, Briarpaw would also be a warrior soon. She would be sure to rub it in his face when he got a stupid warrior name, one that made him sound even dumber than he already was. She chuckled to herself at the thought, missing the fact that her parents would not be there to congratulate her and admonish her brother with her. Her younger siblings were also soon to be apprenticed, she was sure they would do fine. She hoped Echokit would get a taste of their own medicine, something to slap them in the face for their brutish attitude. She wasn't sure how Frecklekit would fare, always so soft. Victorykit was the least of her worries, the bravery of a thousand fools rested in her.
She sighed, closing her eyes. She had never made many friends in Thunderclan either. None she would consider close, at the very least. She was good at holding onto gossip, knowing exactly when to spread it around, but with her parents vanishing she had practically cut herself off from any connections she had --- mourning a loss that felt so fresh and foreign.
open thread! Gathering of mean adjacent girls/boys in an effort for Gracepaw to make connections (and be mean)
Truthfully, she had rarely met other warriors or apprentices from the differing clans. Goldenheart was shy, he avoided gatherings like the plague. As such, Gracepaw had never gotten to experience one, and her shirking her duties meant that she rarely moved with patrols and never got to see how the other clans functioned. She had heard a great deal about Riverclan's beauty, causing her to scoff. As if they could be prettier than her. The petite, fluffy molly looked at her paws, perfectly groomed. She would be sure to show up any Riverclanners that showed up.
She thought about her siblings, Briarpaw would also be a warrior soon. She would be sure to rub it in his face when he got a stupid warrior name, one that made him sound even dumber than he already was. She chuckled to herself at the thought, missing the fact that her parents would not be there to congratulate her and admonish her brother with her. Her younger siblings were also soon to be apprenticed, she was sure they would do fine. She hoped Echokit would get a taste of their own medicine, something to slap them in the face for their brutish attitude. She wasn't sure how Frecklekit would fare, always so soft. Victorykit was the least of her worries, the bravery of a thousand fools rested in her.
She sighed, closing her eyes. She had never made many friends in Thunderclan either. None she would consider close, at the very least. She was good at holding onto gossip, knowing exactly when to spread it around, but with her parents vanishing she had practically cut herself off from any connections she had --- mourning a loss that felt so fresh and foreign.
open thread! Gathering of mean adjacent girls/boys in an effort for Gracepaw to make connections (and be mean)
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