TW: Sensitive Content TW: Death PAFP Border You could not take this away from me || crying but your tears are snowflakes

[cinderpaw. cinderpaw.]

Cherrydawn was right. Tomorrow, Cinderpaw was going to be a warrior. He had to place his loyalties- he couldn't split it, and he couldn't sacrifice food away from his clan. He couldn't be named for his loyalty- mistakes could not be rewarded. He could be named... For his prowess. Cinderstalk? Cinder.....pelt? Ciiinddeerrr-

Tomorrow meant everything to the alabaster tom. Eyes as pink as a spring flower, form large- Grand even. He may not be as big as his aunt, or his father- but he was finally fitting in those big paws of his. He'd finally figured out how to put one foot in front of the other. He'd finally prove to Hawkstar exactly who he is. And maybe... Hawkstars blue eye would look to his pink with pride as she perched upon the rock.

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Cinderpaw was just a boy. A 'foolish boy', who's love was never earned- who's help was never really actually thanked. The words slipped from his mouth, but it didn't matter. As soon as he spoke about being unable to deliver food to Barbie anymore- it became about Tick and Fish, or something along the lines. Words became muddled as blood spilled across the white ground. Fresh snow had been ruined, and his pelt would have perfectly blended in if it wasn't for the raspy breath and blood dripping from his lips, his chest and neck, his sides- more blood than he ever could've seen before. Should there be this much blood...?

His chest shook as he breathed- his world dizzy, his mind numb. He wasnt really seeing what was in front of him, but when a familiar cat he couldn't make out except for scent alone approached- he struggled out words to the other. "I-its...okay. it's okay, Swallow-" coughing interrupted his words, viciously racking through his whole body that never felt so small. He had never felt so cold, not since he was young, embraced by his father.

Him and his sister hung from his father's jaws, cold. Oh... So cold....

"Swallowbreeze..." He croaked out. "Can... Fix me. She's.... Amazing- and.. spiders fuel her. Get... Her a spider to help-" he wheezed, breaths heavy. His pink gaze was unfocused as he stared ahead, continuing his mumbling about spiders, Swallowbreeze, and how he needed to fix the whole in the nursery for Snowveil or she'd be mad at him.

Please wait for @Cherrydawn and @SWALLOWBREEZE

cinderpaw - 12 moons - skyclan apprentice - mentored by cherry

 

[Cherrydawn Cherrydawn]

Run through the field, the shadows gone,
Lift up your head and greet the dawn.
Though battles rage, our hearts endure,
Together strong, we'll find the cure.

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Cinderpaw had been such a good apprentice. Despite his disappearances. Despite the moments where fear had gnawed at her ribs and she'd pretended not to notice the way he slipped away. He had done so well. She had stood before Hawkstar and vouched for him without hesitation, told her leader that she had overseen his assessments, that he was ready. Ready to stand tall as a warrior of SkyClan. Ready to take his place among them. She had been so proud.

So why... Why were her eyes now locked onto the bloodied form of her apprentice? Why wasn't he walking toward her, whole and breathing and alive, telling her he'd finally stay, finally focus on SkyClan? Why wasn't he standing in camp, surrounded by cheers and ceremony and a brand-new name echoing through the clearing? Why wasn't he safe? Why hadn't she ensured that safety. Why had she let him go. Why hadn't she followed. Why hadn't she been faster. Why, why, why...

" C... Cinder-- Cinderpaw... " The name broke as it left her throat. She surged forward, paws skidding in the dirt as she pressed her forehead gently to his, trembling all over. " Hold on. Hold on...! Swallowbreeze is coming. She's-- " Her breath hitched violently. Spiders... Spider webs... Something to stop the bleeding-- Anything-- No, no, don't think, don't think-- " Shh, shh... " she whispered frantically, forcing her voice softer even as her heart thundered. " Save your strength. Don't talk. Don't... Don't worry about the nursery hole, okay? We... We can fix it. Together. We'll fix it together. " Her mismatched eyes brimmed, tears spilling freely now as her chest rose and fell in ragged gasps. Please. Please don't let him die.

She had tried. Stars, she had tried so hard. Her head snapped up suddenly, desperation ripping the sound from her chest. " SWALLOWBREEZE! " she screeched, voice raw and breaking as she whirled toward the path behind her. " HE'S OVER HERE! PLEASE! " Her tail curled protectively around Cinderpaw as if she could shield him with nothing but will and love, her forehead pressed back against his. " Please... " she whispered again, barely audible. " Not him. Not another one. "

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