Post by xvinn on Nov 12, 2023 7:33:25 GMT
sparrowclaw (he/him) | galeclan
A groan involuntarily emerged from the tom as he stretched. It was a sound that had always often escaped him, which he'd never been so grateful for until now. Nothing made his fur crawl along his spine more than the idea that someone might take his groans for what they truly were: an annoyance of a stiff leg. Sparrowclaw knew he was too young to retire, and he would much rather be dead than stuck in the elder's den, listening to his Clanmates complain about apprentices and their nests not being perfect.
The tabby found himself restless. His paws were itching to do something, which he was more than happy to perhaps put into some simple hunting. It was always the chance for him to get some quiet alone time without feeling like he was being useless. No one would be around like an earworm asking how he was doing or if he needed a rest as though he were three times his age. He may not have been the youngest warrior by any means, but this would only be his third leaf-bare.
How he hated leaf-bare...
This time when a groan escaped him, it was entirely by his own doing. He tried not to dwell on the past too much, and refused to let any of it bother him. He had moved on. He had perhaps realized that Frozenkingdom, too, had moved on. The tom was now busying himself in the medicine cat's den, seemingly content with the world he'd created for himself without Tangledvine. Sparrowclaw had some appreciation for someone who wasn't mopning around and moving on. The days were still coming, and curling up in a ball and crying every day would do no one any good for the impending future.
"Wapatofur," Sparrowclaw barked out as he moved towards the entrance of the camp. "What are you doing right now?" he asked, his voice as flat as ever. While he'd certainly learned after mentoring Rabbitchirp that perhaps he could come off a little bit cold, Sparrowclaw had no real intent on changing how he acted around others. It meant they left him alone more often than not, but this was a partciular bone he needed to pick.
When Wapatofur had originally joined GaleClan, Sparrowclaw paid the tom no mind. He saw no point in bothering himself with some outsider, though he also didn't care where cats came from so long as they intended to do their part. From the little he'd seen, it seemed that at least that was the cat's intent. But when Basilstar seemed to think that Wapatofur was the most suited for deputyship, Sparrowclaw couldn't help but find himself even the most slightly bothered. He wouldn't pretend that he hadn't seen the leader gazing over at ShoreClan with a strange look, so it seemed perhaps unsurprising that he would choose a ShoreClan-born cat as his deputy.
But, just with everything else that had happened, there was no point in dwelling. All that mattered was now, and what mattered to Sparrowclaw was making sure that Wapatofur was at least somewhat qualified to one day lead this Clan, should StarClan feel that would be his future. He didn't want to spend his life catering to a lazy leader who couldn't hold his own and would need to be surrounded by others to do his bidding and protection.
Sparrowclaw's amber eyes bore into the deputy, sharp as ever. He hoped it was clear that he would not take no for an answer.
The tabby found himself restless. His paws were itching to do something, which he was more than happy to perhaps put into some simple hunting. It was always the chance for him to get some quiet alone time without feeling like he was being useless. No one would be around like an earworm asking how he was doing or if he needed a rest as though he were three times his age. He may not have been the youngest warrior by any means, but this would only be his third leaf-bare.
How he hated leaf-bare...
This time when a groan escaped him, it was entirely by his own doing. He tried not to dwell on the past too much, and refused to let any of it bother him. He had moved on. He had perhaps realized that Frozenkingdom, too, had moved on. The tom was now busying himself in the medicine cat's den, seemingly content with the world he'd created for himself without Tangledvine. Sparrowclaw had some appreciation for someone who wasn't mopning around and moving on. The days were still coming, and curling up in a ball and crying every day would do no one any good for the impending future.
"Wapatofur," Sparrowclaw barked out as he moved towards the entrance of the camp. "What are you doing right now?" he asked, his voice as flat as ever. While he'd certainly learned after mentoring Rabbitchirp that perhaps he could come off a little bit cold, Sparrowclaw had no real intent on changing how he acted around others. It meant they left him alone more often than not, but this was a partciular bone he needed to pick.
When Wapatofur had originally joined GaleClan, Sparrowclaw paid the tom no mind. He saw no point in bothering himself with some outsider, though he also didn't care where cats came from so long as they intended to do their part. From the little he'd seen, it seemed that at least that was the cat's intent. But when Basilstar seemed to think that Wapatofur was the most suited for deputyship, Sparrowclaw couldn't help but find himself even the most slightly bothered. He wouldn't pretend that he hadn't seen the leader gazing over at ShoreClan with a strange look, so it seemed perhaps unsurprising that he would choose a ShoreClan-born cat as his deputy.
But, just with everything else that had happened, there was no point in dwelling. All that mattered was now, and what mattered to Sparrowclaw was making sure that Wapatofur was at least somewhat qualified to one day lead this Clan, should StarClan feel that would be his future. He didn't want to spend his life catering to a lazy leader who couldn't hold his own and would need to be surrounded by others to do his bidding and protection.
Sparrowclaw's amber eyes bore into the deputy, sharp as ever. He hoped it was clear that he would not take no for an answer.
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