Post by skyy and her socks on May 10, 2016 13:10:33 GMT
One step at a time. That was how he was taking the world. Placing one paw in front of the other, slowly, carefully, as he moved along the edge of the river, the bubbling and rumbling filling his ears with noise that seemed so odd all of a sudden, a noise that held more weight. He supposed that was what happened when the voices of his family did nothing to sooth the turmoil boiling in his chest. Magpiethorn’s low rumbling voice and company had been greeting with confused silence, nowhere near it’s usual companionship, while Minnowleap only spoke of that it was too little too late. Even Mousetooth didn’t have words to calm his thoughts.
He couldn’t understand it. Couldn’t comprehend why his father would make such a decision, when only days before he seemed normal, himself, if not the best Littlepaw had ever seen him. It felt strange, foreign to call the tom anything but Magpiestar. Yet there he was, seeing his father as a warrior, as something within reach. That didn’t seem right. The gray and white tom wrinkled his nose, tail lashing behind him. Of course, it didn’t even occur to him that he should blame his father or his decision. Not at all. Magpiethorn knew best and that was that. However, the same could not be said for his clan mates. It had felt like all he’d ever heard about was how old his father was getting, how frail he’d looked.
Did they not understand that hurt him too? Magpiethorn was a good father, a strong cat, his role mode, his everything. He wasn’t old or frail. He was just hurt. His soul itself was hurt. It was a hurt he understood so well, knowing that Willowbreeze wasn’t with them anymore. It wasn’t fair that he’d needed to make a decision to step down from the leader position at all. Littlepaw let out a long breath, lowering his ears. He supposed it didn’t matter. Clan life went on, wasn’t that how it went? He supposed he should be thankful he even still had his father, and Duckstar wasn’t leader under different terms.
It was a voice that snapped the tom from his thoughts, and sent a surprised jolt through his body. He didn’t quite catch the words that were being said, but, they crept through the night air, heavy, odd. The tom’s ears pricked, and for a moment he was distracted. Sure enough, up ahead, he could make out bright pelt against the wood of the twoleg bridge. Sunpaw. Littlepaw pressed forward, letting his paws carry him forward without conscious thought. “I think things are easier at night.” Finally, the words made sense, and the apprentice couldn’t help but give the smallest of smiles. Yeah, he supposed it was. Without the clatter and clang of the clan, things weren’t so… overwhelming.
Littlepaw padded on, and came to a pause at the very end of the bridge, looking ahead toward Sunpaw, and hesitating. Should he interrupt? Or did Sunpaw need time to himself too? He was aware they both probably should have been out of camp in the first place. Then again, maybe Sunpaw needed a cat to talk to too. It was that thought which pushed him forward, pawsteps creaking against the wood, regardless of his small size. “That- um, you… that was v-very poetic, Sunpaw,” he meowed, voice quiet, and the stutter in his voice enough to make the gray and white tom wince. StarClan help him. The small apprentice pushed himself forward, reaching Sunpaw’s side. He looked to his paws. “I agree, though, um… things are- mostly anyway- easier t night. Without so many voices.”
He couldn’t understand it. Couldn’t comprehend why his father would make such a decision, when only days before he seemed normal, himself, if not the best Littlepaw had ever seen him. It felt strange, foreign to call the tom anything but Magpiestar. Yet there he was, seeing his father as a warrior, as something within reach. That didn’t seem right. The gray and white tom wrinkled his nose, tail lashing behind him. Of course, it didn’t even occur to him that he should blame his father or his decision. Not at all. Magpiethorn knew best and that was that. However, the same could not be said for his clan mates. It had felt like all he’d ever heard about was how old his father was getting, how frail he’d looked.
Did they not understand that hurt him too? Magpiethorn was a good father, a strong cat, his role mode, his everything. He wasn’t old or frail. He was just hurt. His soul itself was hurt. It was a hurt he understood so well, knowing that Willowbreeze wasn’t with them anymore. It wasn’t fair that he’d needed to make a decision to step down from the leader position at all. Littlepaw let out a long breath, lowering his ears. He supposed it didn’t matter. Clan life went on, wasn’t that how it went? He supposed he should be thankful he even still had his father, and Duckstar wasn’t leader under different terms.
It was a voice that snapped the tom from his thoughts, and sent a surprised jolt through his body. He didn’t quite catch the words that were being said, but, they crept through the night air, heavy, odd. The tom’s ears pricked, and for a moment he was distracted. Sure enough, up ahead, he could make out bright pelt against the wood of the twoleg bridge. Sunpaw. Littlepaw pressed forward, letting his paws carry him forward without conscious thought. “I think things are easier at night.” Finally, the words made sense, and the apprentice couldn’t help but give the smallest of smiles. Yeah, he supposed it was. Without the clatter and clang of the clan, things weren’t so… overwhelming.
Littlepaw padded on, and came to a pause at the very end of the bridge, looking ahead toward Sunpaw, and hesitating. Should he interrupt? Or did Sunpaw need time to himself too? He was aware they both probably should have been out of camp in the first place. Then again, maybe Sunpaw needed a cat to talk to too. It was that thought which pushed him forward, pawsteps creaking against the wood, regardless of his small size. “That- um, you… that was v-very poetic, Sunpaw,” he meowed, voice quiet, and the stutter in his voice enough to make the gray and white tom wince. StarClan help him. The small apprentice pushed himself forward, reaching Sunpaw’s side. He looked to his paws. “I agree, though, um… things are- mostly anyway- easier t night. Without so many voices.”
