Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2015 4:32:41 GMT
firepaw: taken by shanny!
YOUR NAME IS FIREPAW. In a weird mixture of circumstance, you are born two moons after your half-sister. Some kits learn to move on from the deaths of their siblings, so young - but somehow, the knowledge of Whitekit's death tore deeply at your very being. You wanted to grow strong and you wanted to be brave, but the thought of death tore at your belly fur and you curled inward. You admired your brave older sibling, Daisypaw, especially when she told you that she was a she-cat. Despite being a tom, through and through, you wish you could take a shred of her loyalty and ambition.
But you are not all flaws. You may be shy, but you know things without them being said. You know the etchings of sorrow on a cat's face and you know the way a cat stiffens when they're in fear. Daisypaw loves you for it, and tells you it makes you intuitive, special, kind... but you don't feel it, really. But you smile and laugh anyway, fake it until you make it, and you can almost believe your charming grins and nonchalant flicks of the tail.
Still, despite all your differences, despite you being the medicine cat to her leader, you and Daisypaw are close friends. She takes you everywhere and tests the waters, and you're all too eager to follow along.
But you are not all flaws. You may be shy, but you know things without them being said. You know the etchings of sorrow on a cat's face and you know the way a cat stiffens when they're in fear. Daisypaw loves you for it, and tells you it makes you intuitive, special, kind... but you don't feel it, really. But you smile and laugh anyway, fake it until you make it, and you can almost believe your charming grins and nonchalant flicks of the tail.
Still, despite all your differences, despite you being the medicine cat to her leader, you and Daisypaw are close friends. She takes you everywhere and tests the waters, and you're all too eager to follow along.
gingerfur, 29 moon she-cat, windclan
YOUR NAME IS GINGERFUR. Once upon a time, you loved a tom named Firefoot. Firefoot was charming, sweet, genuine... everything you wished you could be. He was named for his speed and he always had a windswept look about him... and you were just so... normal. Normal, in that you had never thought of life beyond a warrior. You never vyed to be queen or medicine cat or leader. You didn't think much about wars or the bigger picture, and if Firefoot hadn't died in a tunnel cave-in you might've never even given your kits a chance to live. You learned not even a moon after his death that you were pregnant with his kits.
You mended your broken heart two ways. It was clear that one wasn't so wise - almost as soon as you gave birth to little Daisykit you were told that you were carrying another litter, and you knew why. It was Icetail, with his charming grins and his sweet-talking that reminded you so much of your mate, that you let him lead you towards him in just that way that seemed so convincing. You tried your best to give Daisykit your full attention, but it was hard when two more little ones came into the world. Daisykit took a fascination quickly, and you heard her whispering on more than one occasion in her sleep, but you could never tempt yourself to listen for more than a few seconds.
Your affair with Icetail was short - he didn't want to support a family and he wanted to go his own way... and it was your fault, he said, for falling for him while still caring for a kit from a different tom. Firefoot had died, Icetail was leaving you, and Whitekit was growing weaker every day. You apologized to your mate as your named Firekit after him, hoping he would grow up big and strong and swift like him.
You mended your broken heart two ways. It was clear that one wasn't so wise - almost as soon as you gave birth to little Daisykit you were told that you were carrying another litter, and you knew why. It was Icetail, with his charming grins and his sweet-talking that reminded you so much of your mate, that you let him lead you towards him in just that way that seemed so convincing. You tried your best to give Daisykit your full attention, but it was hard when two more little ones came into the world. Daisykit took a fascination quickly, and you heard her whispering on more than one occasion in her sleep, but you could never tempt yourself to listen for more than a few seconds.
Your affair with Icetail was short - he didn't want to support a family and he wanted to go his own way... and it was your fault, he said, for falling for him while still caring for a kit from a different tom. Firefoot had died, Icetail was leaving you, and Whitekit was growing weaker every day. You apologized to your mate as your named Firekit after him, hoping he would grow up big and strong and swift like him.
icetail, thirty three moon tom, windclan
YOUR NAME IS ICETAIL. Perhaps it made sense that you feared commitment - your father died when you were a kitten, and your mother shortly after of greencough. You grew next to a surrogate until she had to wean you and go back to her duties, and though you grew social and charming, you always feared the day you would have to fight for your clan and perhaps die for it. Commitment was a thing you struggled with across the board: relationships, the clan, and even the warrior code was a struggle for you.
You felt bad for Gingerfur when her heart snapped in two, and you wanted to help her. So you tempted her with a purr and slept with her, and soon she was carrying kits of her own. She wanted you to support them, to bring her fresh-kill and chatter about things in that way that mothers and fathers did... and that's when you backed off. You couldn't raise kits, you were too young, you didn't know and you would be an awful parent... you stumbled over your tongue, said all the wrong things, and made yourself look quite the jerk before staggering away from them.
You regret not getting closer to Whitekit before she passed. You regret watching your son and adopted daughter grow up without you, and hope they won't face the same issues as you... despite feeling that it's your fault all along. You want to mend things, but you're scared, and just the thought of facing the she-cat who you betrayed makes your stomach flip and your heart ache. You didn't mean to, but you did it anyway. And now you have to pay for your mistakes.
You felt bad for Gingerfur when her heart snapped in two, and you wanted to help her. So you tempted her with a purr and slept with her, and soon she was carrying kits of her own. She wanted you to support them, to bring her fresh-kill and chatter about things in that way that mothers and fathers did... and that's when you backed off. You couldn't raise kits, you were too young, you didn't know and you would be an awful parent... you stumbled over your tongue, said all the wrong things, and made yourself look quite the jerk before staggering away from them.
You regret not getting closer to Whitekit before she passed. You regret watching your son and adopted daughter grow up without you, and hope they won't face the same issues as you... despite feeling that it's your fault all along. You want to mend things, but you're scared, and just the thought of facing the she-cat who you betrayed makes your stomach flip and your heart ache. You didn't mean to, but you did it anyway. And now you have to pay for your mistakes.
