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SOBS MY BABY IS ALL GROWN UP I JUST//WIPES TEARS
Name: Yewpatch
Gender: Tom
Rank: New warrior
Mentor/Apprentice: former Timberbreeze
apprentice Rowanpaw
Personality:
Meek - Kind - Humble - Cheerful - Gullible - Jumpy
The last thing you would expect the son of two leaders, practically a prince to be is...well, anything that this young tom is. The youngest of his NightClan littermates, this tom who looks so strikingly like his intimidating father is a quiet, gentle tom who is known for his capacity for kindness and his humble nature. The bottom of the totem pole among his three known littermates, he is content with his positioning among his more rowdy siblings - he is the target of his sister, Jetkit, and is often shoved around by her, and gets left behind in their games, against his older brother, Lostkit's wishes. But honestly? He doesn't mind. He has no wish to disrupt the hierarchy of his siblings, and just takes everything in stride - even if that means constantly being beat up by his sister. Forever an optimist, he sees the bright sides of everything, and the best in every cat. Despite being the son of the leader of his Clan, he is an unbelievably modest and humble individual, and is overall a bright young tom with a promising future.
Ever since the attempted murder of his father, Yewpatch has been very jumpy and rather timid, often shaking for no particular reason and 'seeing monsters' in shadows. Absolutely terrified of loud noises, thunder and the like will send him running to hide under the nearest shelter, trembling and covering his face with all-too-large paws. He is still relatively innocent, though, still trying to find the best in anyone and everything. He has a surprisingly high pain tolerance - after all, getting beat up on and constantly cutting yourself on various objects sure helps desensitivze you to it.
History:
Born to the two starcrossed leaders, Hemlockstar and Talonstar, he was raised in NightClan with only the knowledge of his father and his two other siblings. He grew up thinking the late Voltagedrizzle was his mother, and has no idea the identity of his true mother, or the fact that he has three littermates living in HighClan.
Unfortunately, the little NightClan family was not to last - Voltagedrizzle was brutally murdered by an unknown assailant. Though his father, littermates and Clanmates were devastated, Yewkit didn't understand, and was absolutely positive that his mama would wake up and come back to him. The three were then taken in by Fawnspots and raised alongside her four kittens, Fadedkit, Juniperkit, Dreamkit and Sprucekit.
The identity of his mother's killer was unknown to the entire Clan - that is, until tragedy very nearly struck. Convinced by Prairiesong and Hauntshadow that his mother was indeed sleeping, they snuck him out of camp with the promise that a special herb lay deep in the forest that would wake his mother up. Their ambitions, however, were quite on the contrary. While Hauntshadow distracted the eager little tom with a game of leaves, Prairiesong readied himself to attack the young tom, planning to tear Hemlockstar's family apart, piece by piece, starting with the most trusting and gullible of his kits. Coldpatch leapt to the rescue however, and a traumatized Yewkit managed to escape, running back to camp to warn his father that something had happened.
But even the warning wasn't enough. While the kitten was being comforted by his father, the two future Dark Forest cats attacked, mortally wounding Hemlockstar in the process, but losing their lives to the leader and his deputy.
Since the attack, Yewkit has become much more jumpy and nervous than he was before - though he was still made an apprentice along with his siblings, Lostpaw and Jetpaw, and given the mentor Timberbreeze.
His apprenticeship was relatively uneventful - although at his first Gathering he met his three HighClan siblings - and Pitchpaw's identical appearance to Jetpaw startled him quite a lot. For the first time that he could remember, he was introduced to his mother - the leader Talonstar, and found her unusually nice.
Late in his twelve moons, he was made a warrior beside his sister, Jetblaze, (his brother, Lostshadow, had been made one early) and given the name Yewpatch for the white markings on his pelt uncannily similar to his father's. It's quite possible that he was passed for there being no improvement in sight - he is uncommonly clumsy and often trips over his feet. Despite his size and appearing almost a clone of his father, he is a pitiful fighter, unable to replicate battle moves well, and is a relatively clumsy hunter. He so often gets distracted by pretty leaves and butterflies he misses prey, or trips and snaps sticks or whacks his head on a stump.
But he tries.
He was recently given an apprentice, but has been absolutely clueless on how exactly to train her. He's starting to wonder if maybe there's something else for him, instead.
Mate: Oblivious, possible aromantic asexual.
Kits: N/A
Age: 12+ moons
Pelt: A handsome slate and white patched tom with black - practically the spitting image of his father, just more diluted. Medium length and fluffy, it's relatively well kept and very thick.
Eyes: A brilliant, slate blue - one of the few traits of his mother visible on his otherwise thoroughly Hemlockstar pelt.
|| KIN ||
ooMother: Talonstar [Unknown]
ooFather: Hemlockstar
ooSiblings: Jetblaze, Lostshadow, [Rookfeather, Roseblaze, Pitchspirit-unknown ]
ooGrandparents: Ravenstar and Rosethorn [Rookwing and Silvertail]
ooNieces: Harmonykit, Melodykit, Wakekit, Deathkit
ooNephews: Crashkit, Wiltedkit, Sleepingkit
||Physical Info||
ooBuild: A complete mix of his parents' builds - not quite as solid as Hemlockstar but not as regal as Talonstar, either. He's grown to be very lanky and rather skinny beneath a very thick coat, almost silly looking with large ears and unfortunately large paws he never grew into. He isn't very thickly built, and has a very skinny frame. He's yet to fill out, and it's unknown if he ever properly will.
ooFur type: Thick, medium length and fluffy.
ooSize: Acorns grow into oaks, and so did Yewpaw - springing up from the smallest in the litter, he has grown into a rather tall (albeit notably gangly) young tom, taller than most apprentices his age with no signs of stopping. He has grown to be above average in height, but is very spindly - lanky and slim as opposed to being more muscularly built.
ooScent: The scent of pines and moss.
ooBreed: Mixed Breed with Australian Mist
TRIVIA:
- He absolutely idolizes his father
- Loves to snuggle and be close to any cat
- Honestly doesn't mind being the lowest on the totem pole
- Very playful and goofy
- Still very kitten like and innocent mentally, despite everything he's been through
- Actually very intelligent, but doesn't show it - he has very low self-confidence
- Generally stands with his head low and ears back - and has very canine mannerisms - often tilting his head and waggling his tail.
- Very pacifistic
- Incredibly clumsy - has four left paws.
- Sexuality is unknown, but is completely oblivious to the concept of love and romance. Possible aro ace.
RELATIONSHIPS
KEY
= Mixed Feelings/Curious
= Friend/Good Friend
= Great Friend/Best Friend
= Respect/Looks up to
= Family/Related
= Crush/Attraction
= Love/Mate
= Discomfort/Hate
= Scared/Terrified of
Dead
NightClan
Hemlockstar
My daddy! I-I mean, my dad! He's the leader of the whole Clan, and he's very big and brave and strong and I love him loads. I look a lot like him, only I'm not nearly as brave or anything. A lot of cats think he's scary, I think, only I'm not really sure why.
Voltagedrizzle
I miss you mama...I guess you never are waking up, are you? We're OK, though, I promise. I'm a warrior now, did you know that? I bet you do, 'cause you're up in StarClan, now. I understand now, it's OK.
Jetblaze
Sh-she's my biggest sister, and very big and brave. She's a real great warrior, just like Lostshadow. She's kind of short, though, only you'd never guess. Maybe I got her height and she got my brave? 'Cause I don't think I have very much, really. She likes to push me around a lot, but that's OK. I love her all the same.
Lostshadow
He's my brother! He got made a warrior before me and Jetblaze, because he's so strong, and the biggest, bravest warrior I think in the whole world. Only maybe not biggest, 'cause I'm taller than him.
Fawnspots
She took care of me, and Jetblaze, and Lostshadow after mama went to sleep - I mean, died. She's very nice.
Juniperleaf
She's the medicine cat! I mean, medicine cat apprentice. I wonder what that's like? I have to see her a lot, 'cause I bump my nose and scrape up my pelt a lot. My legs don't always listen to my head.
Prairiesong and Hauntshadow
....
Ghosteyes
She, uhm, she's very nice! Her name is kind of spooky, but she's not that scary, really. She thinks I'm a lot braver than I really am...I'm just glad she's okay after she fell into that river.
Rowanpaw
Daddy gave me an apprentice, only...I'm not really sure if that was a good idea. I'm not a very good warrior, I think. I-I try! But maybe...maybe...maybe I'm not s'possed to be a warrior.
HighClan
Talonstar [unknown]
She's a leader, like daddy, and almost as tall as him, too! I think cats think she's scary, too, but I like her, I think.
Pitchspirit (discomfort) [unknown]
Is the other Jetblaze a warrior now, too? Is there another Yewpatch? I haven't seen one, only I don't know for sure....I hope not.
Rookfeather [unknown]
He looks a lot like Talonstar, like I look like dad. I think he likes him a lot.
Roseberry [unknown]
I met her once, and she was very nice, I think. She's got patches like me and Jetblaze, and other Jetblaze.
SeaClan
Lotuscloud
I met her during a thunderstorm when I was an apprentice...I liked her a lot. She was nice.
CloudClan
LeafClan
StoneClan
FrozenClan
LightningClan
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Mushroomspirit was flopped on a stone watching the cats in camp go by. Some of them stared at her and she preened under the attention. Since there were only a few LeafClanners in HighClan they kind of stood out. On the one paw Mushroomspirit liked that. On the other it was getting a tiny tad tiresome. She hopped down from the stone and looked around for a cat she could strike up a conversation with. It would be nice to feel out the locals and see how to best go about her goals. Which at the moment were fairly simple. Mushroomspirit wanted to stay comfortable and perhaps build a bit of a power base, she was here after all.
She wouldn’t have come save for her brother, foolish tom chasing a pretty face. Though she did find it more than a little amusing that Leopardpaw, her brothers reason for coming had come for much the same reason Mushroomspirit herself had come.
"Hey there, your kinda cute." she purred.
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It was a rather pleasant day in NightClan, despite Leaf-bare's cold and harsh
weather, the Twoleg nest provided warmth to the cats that resided in it. Sablekit
was perched on Boulderkit's back, who was watching as his sisters played with the
other kits. Sablekit let out a bored sigh as she shifted, resting on her back, although
her brother's short tail caught her sight and she found herself pawing it while
she lightly laughed as it moved around. She was glad that Boulderkit didn't mind
her playing with his tail, since it was Sablekit's favourite activity and it never failed
to amuse her in any way shape or form. As she continued to play with Boulderkit's
tail, she felt her mother gently nudge her, before suggesting for her to go play
with the other kits. Even though she was enjoying the whole tail chase, she didn't
want to upset Moondust, her mother was too gentle and nice, and Sablekit loved her
mother and would do anything to make her happy. Rolling off Boulderkit, she nodded
with a grin at Moondust, before heading out of the nursery.
Her cocoa coloured eyes searched the Twoleg nest, she didn't exactly feel like playing
with the other kits, as she knew that she would end up pulling pranks at then
none stop, and some didn't exactly take her pranks too well. A grin made its way
to Sablekit's face as her eyes landed on the blue blanket that was on the warrior's den.
She made a run for it since no one was using it at the moment, she still needed to
figure out a way to get it to the nursery. Reaching the blanket, Sablekit had clambered
up using the blanket to aid her in reaching the bed. She let out a purr as she rolled
around in it, wrapping it around herself until the only thing that she could move was her
head and tail. She began to imagine how cozy the nursery was going to be if she was
able to take the blanket to the nursery, her purrs becoming louder and louder as she
continued to imagine.
(( Hnnggg sorry for the starter Raineh ;n; ))
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Sure thing! Notes or comments??
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Alright!!
Ghosteyes wandered through the open area of the camp. She watched the Clan wake up, and the new warriors stand up stiffly from their post at vigil. "Hey, Yewpatch," she called, "you feel up for an early morning hunt?" Trotting over to him she flicked a bit of dust off his shoulder with her long tail. "If you're too tired I understand."
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He was feeling awfully sleepy, his eyes were beginning to drift shut, and more than once he had leaned against Jetblaze's shoulder, only to be prodded back to reality once more. Fighting back a yawn, Yewpaw - no, he was a warrior now, that was right - Yewpatch wriggled his nose and occupied himself by crossing his eyes and watching the dust stream in the early morning rays of light, twitching his whiskers in an attempt to move the little particles.
An unfamiliar voice jolted him out of his concentration, and, tail shooting out behind him and puffing up with surprise, the lanky tom very nearly tripped over his paws as he scrabbled forward, snagging a claw on the wooden floorboards and tripping into a pathetic heap. Shaking the fur out of his eyes, he peeked out behind him to discover the source of the noise, and wriggled his ears as he recognized an older warrior - Ghosteyes. The patchy tom blinked and clumsily looked around for a moment, looking for whoever she had addressed before it dawned on him that she was, in fact, talking to him. "Oh!" He squeaked, before giving an over exaggerated nod, cheek fur flopping up and down with the movement. Truth was, he was very tired and his paws hurt from standing on them all night and he wasn't very good at hunting at all, but she had asked, and asked him, and he was awful bad at saying no when cats asked for thing, so, in short, his answer was a yes. He blinked as she flicked a collection of dust off his shoulder, and he gave a nervous thump of his tail, hardly realizing he was sweeping up more dust in the process.
He fought back a yawn, and gave a sheepish nod once more, half-tripping over too-large paws to hunker in front of her, his toes pointed inwards and ears drooping in his usual submissive sort of way.
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She watched as he gathered himself, waiting patiently. Ghosteyes was not an impatient cat, since she enjoys the company of other cats she chooses not to rush them. The tom that stood before her mimicked the posture of a kit, just much larger. She knew he was innocent in nature, too. She blinked at him slowly, her pale blue eyes sparkling in the dawn-light seeping into the camp. His eyes betrayed how tired he really was, though he wouldn't tell her for fear of letting her down.
"We don't have to go far." She mewed, "plus, the cool air might perk you up a little bit." She chuckled, twitching her whiskers. "Where would you like to go for your first official hunt as a warrior?" She grinned at him, hoping to ease his mood slightly, "I'm sure there are a few squirrels out there gathering food for the winter." Her tone was encouraging, aiming to ease his choosing of a hunting ground.
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"Okay!" He agreed enthusiastically, ears flipflopping as he gave another clumsy nod - he had to stop doing that, it made his head hurt an awful lot and made the world around him seem to spin, and he didn't like that. The world wasn't supposed to spin, was it?
Blinking with a hint of surprise in his wide blue eyes as the she-cat across from him spoke once more, Yewpatch tilted his head to the side, a hind paw thumping rhythmically against the cool wooden boards underpaw. He got to choose? He'd never gotten to choose before - that was exciting! Only, what if he chose wrong? Jetblaze never chose wrong. She would know what to do. "Uhm-"" He mewed, turning his head to glance out the entrance of the camp, wriggling his whiskers thoughtfully. "Maybe....maybe..." He began, ebony paws trembling as he did his best to remember where the best hunting spots had been for his mentor. He was never very good at hunting - his big paws always seemed to move with a mind of their own and step on twigs and trip and bang into things - but maybe this time would be different. "Snake tongue?" He suggested, his voice rising high into an unsure question, akin to how a young apprentice would answer their mentor in a territory quiz. It was one of the few names he remembered in the territory - although he couldn't remember if there were actual, real snakes there. Maybe there were, and that would be no good. He frowned.
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Ghosteyes couldn't hide her grin. He was a sweet cat, someone she thought she would enjoy spending time with. Watching him become excited at the prospect of choosing a hunting ground, she twitched her whiskers. His blue eyes shown like it had finally set in that he was, in fact, a warrior now. Even though he was a big cat he had the proportions of a young apprentice. The large paws and ears, the soft eyes and fur, she sort admired the way he looked. Most cats would take one look at him and assume he had an attitude to match his size. But his softness was part of his charm. He was new, clean, and unharmed. Prepared for the life of a warrior, but still unmarked by it. She was so busy gazing at him that she didn't realize he had suggested a place, and he was looking at her with a confused and slightly worried look.
"S-sorry, what? Oh, Snake Tongue, right! It sounds perfect! There are bound to be water voles and squirrels around the fresh water." She shuffled her feet, embarrassed that he'd caught her lost in thought. "I'm going to try for a squirrel, I think!" She ran a paw over her ear, hoping they weren't beet red. "Shall we then?" She asked, standing up and beckoning him with her tail.
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For a few heartbeats, silence seemed to stretch on between the two cats, and Yewpatch tilted his head, worry pricking at his toes. Was Snake Tongue bad? Maybe he had made a not-so-good choice. Maybe there really were snakes. Or worse than snakes. Maybe there were some sort of monsters! Bad kinds, that would eat him and give him nightmares at night. If he wasn't eaten first. Being eaten didn't sound very nice - no, he didn't like the sound of that. Not at all. He began to droop a little, tail wiggling slightly with discomfort as he ducked away from her gaze. He wasn't very good at this warrior stuff - he wasn't very good at apprentice stuff, either. Maybe he wasn't ready, maybe...
The lanky tom perked his ears as Ghosteyes seemed to register that he'd spoke, and he immediately lightened up as she gave an encouraging mew, and the patchy tom very nearly gave a pleased wriggle, a smile tugging at his maw and his ears flopping back with pleasure. Perfect? He'd never done anything perfect before! Not really, at least. He liked the sound of that. It was a very nice sort of word.
Giving another one of his goofy nods at her confirmation, he scrabbled upwards, very nearly tripping over all-too-large paws as he scrabbled after her, sunny grin still lighting up his face. He paused at the entrance of the camp, a clunky paw lifted as he waited for her to exit first, still very much in the apprentice mindset, nevermind that he towered over most warriors by now.
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Watching him become excited at her words gave her even more energy. She nodded to him as he let her exit before him. Dim light filtered through the needles of tall pines trees. All around them little patches of light dotted the forest door, like the dappled pelt of a cat. NightClan cats were colored perfectly for their environment. Dark, patterned coats hid them in the shadows the way ghosts did at night. She dared not say the words allowed, for fear of spooking the young cat next to her, but she knew these woods were alive with more than just the living. Not that that made them bad or dangerous, of course. These woods were home to her.
They plodded their way to the river bank, and turned in the direction of Snake Tongue. The area was aptly named for the fork in the river that directly resembled a snake's tongue. "So, Yewpatch, how was your vigil? Hear or see anything strange?" She vividly remembered her own vigil. The wind howled around the camp, trees creaked and sways, bowing to its power. That was the night she knew the woods lived. She paused, glancing at him. He seemed a little uncomfortable, probably trying to gather his words, she thought. Suddenly, the bank beneath her gave way, sliding her, belly deep, into the river. She hissed loudly, feeling muck at the bottom sucking at her paws.
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Clunky pawsteps muffled by a thick layering of pine needles, the patched tom trotted just behind Ghosteyes, his nose to the sky and pale blue eyes flicking back and forth as he gazed at the treetops above them. The air was cool and light, a gentle tickling sensation on his fur. Hidden from view, the lanky tom could hear the twittering of birds, occasionally a flap of feathery wings. So caught up was the new warrior in the scenery, he very nearly ollided with Ghosteyes when she gradually turned in a different direction, and, wriggling his ears, he instead focused on the ground, doing his very best to let his mind wander.
Oh, but it was so hard! The forest was so beautiful - he loved the way the wind rustled the pine needles high above, loved the sound of birds and the feel of pine needles underpaw. Maybe if he was lucky he'd be able to find a pinecone to chew on, he loved pinecones, sticky and sweet with funny little seeds inside. Maybe he'd even find one for -
Ghosteyes' voice jolted him from his thoughts (he had gotten distracted again), and he opened his mouth to speak, ears flattening a little as he remembered the previous night. As an apprentice he had always made sure to settle down early - he was never quite fond of the complete darkness that seemed to cover the camp, it was awfully scary - he didn't like the way the wind whispered through the cracks in the wooden walls of their home, didn't like the menacing stretching of shadows all around. Multiple times he had jumped in his vigil, only to be prodded by his sister, and near the end of the night he had very nearly fallen asleep. "Uhm-" He began, blinking down at Ghosteyes.
But she wasn't there.
Sudden panic taking over him, Yewpatch stared as the other NightClanner slid into the water, a loud hiss emerging from her maw. Water. Thick mud - danger - scary! Fighting every instinct to run as far an fast away as possible, he scrabbled next to the bank, reaching out a paw as if to grab for the older warrior, but it was no use. "Do I need to get da-Hemlockstar? Or Jetblaze? Or...or...or..." Voice rising high with panic, the tom's voice was little more than a terrified whine. What if she died? What if they died? What if...what if...what if?
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"Yewpatch, calm down, I'm alright! I'm just stuck!" She squirmed and wriggled but without succuss. She looked down at where her paws should be. The water was murky for the peat she'd churned up but she could see that she'd need to be pulled from the river bed. She lashed her tail, sending siler droplets flying around her. She needed to think, I need something to hold on to while Yewpatch pulls me out. "Can you find a long, strong ivy tendril or pine branch that I can hold on to and to pull from the other end?" She watched a nervous look cross the young tom's face. So afraid of failure she thought. "I have yet to see you do something wrong Yewpatch. You can do this, I know you can!" He hesitated again, but nodded and retreated through the reeds. While she waited she looked down again. The water was darting to clear and fish were returning to te area. I suppose I could try my paw at fishing while I wait. With her claws rendered useless she had to wait for one to come within reach of her jaws. A shiny, spotted shape came to investigate her legs, she plunged her head under the surface an snapped blindly. Her teeth connected only with themselves. Not as easy as the stories make it sound, she sighed. Waiting again for another shot at fishing, a small green heron appeared. It taunted her with it's presence and fishing skill, there was nothing she could do but watch it spear a fish with it's long beak with ease and fly off with it's catch. Spitting in annoyance she wiggled around again, trying to loosen her paws, even just a little.
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Calm. Calm. That would have been good - after all, proper warriors handle situations with level heads, never - or at least, rarely - letting their panic take over. But Yewpatch, in all honesty, was not a proper warrior and he was almost as far from calm as a cat could get. His paws were itching for him to run away, run from the terror and the pressure and the awfulness that made his head hurt and his eyes water. His heart was pounding in his chest, blood rushing through his veins, tears stinging at sky blue eyes. He wanted his daddy, his sister, they would know what to do! Maybe they wouldn't have picked the Snake Tongue and then maybe Ghosteyes wouldn't be dying and maybe...maybe...maybe...
Sniffling heavily, the warrior (who felt very, very much like a kit and wanted nothing more than to be one again) was shaken free from his panic by the older warrior's voice, and he rubbed a teary eye with an overly large, trembling paw, wanting more than anything to cover his head with his paws and wish the situation away, like the scary shadows that haunted him at night. But this was something he couldn't solve with a wish. Nodding shakily at her words, but scarely feeling any more confident, he sprinted clumsily off through the woods, scanning the trees for a low branch or a vine or something that he could hold onto and she could do the same, but he couldn't find anything, there was nothing in sight, nothing -
he tripped. Shaking his head and rubbing his smarting nose with a paw, Yewpatch tilted his head to stare down at the loose root that had caught his paw. Oooh. Wriggling his nose and blinking more salty tears out of pale blue eyes, the tom delicately nosed the root with a paw, silently hoping that what he was about to do wouldn't hurt the tree. After all, he didn't like hurting his paws, and roots were an awful lot like tree-paws, right?
Closing his eyes, he gingerly grasped the root in his jaws, giving a gentle tug. Nothing.
Another.
A slight budge.
With a last heave, the root snapped free and sent the massive tom tumbling backwards, narrowly avoiding smashing his head against a nearby trunk. After discovering he was, remarkably, alive, he flattened his ears and collected himself, studying the root for a moment. He sure thought it looked long enough, and it was awful strong, so...maybe...maybe he had done okay.
The tendril streaming out behind him, Yewpatch half-ran, half-tripped back to the river, tears mostly dry but paws still shaking heavily. "Ah got iiih!" He whined slightly around the earthy thing, tilting his head to show it to her. Sure enough, it was long enough, and, fighting back a nervous shake, he leaned forward, holding onto his end tight with his jaws.
Being a warrior was scary already.
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I'm so so sorry. This is so so late.
Ghosteyes sighed in relief, "Thank you Yewpatch!" She reached her neck forward, stretching to wrap her teeth around the root. She clamped down hard, so hard it made her jaw hurt. She looked at him, gazing into his blue eyes and nodded. "Moa!" She'd meant to say now, but with her tongue pinned beneath the root lodged in her teeth her speech was severely slurred. She wriggled her toes, trying to loosen them to make the separation of her and the mud a little easier. She felt the slack in the root tighten and her gaze flicked back to him. He was scared, she could see it. She scrambled for a way to let him know it would be okay. Her eyes flicked around the water sloshing at her legs, then back to him. She relaxed. Letting her tail fall into the water, and her ears stopped quivering out of concentration. She softened her look, and attempted a smile, though she knew there was no way it looked like one. "Iths ofay, I'm ofay! Pfull!" She braced herself slightly as he began to pull a little harder. For such a large tom he was so gentle. It was a nice change, and such a difference from the cat his father is. Yewpatch was strong but he knew his strength could cause harm, but so did his father. The only difference seemed to be Yewpatch's gentle personality, while she was sure Hemlockstar had that side to him as well, Yewpatch was genuine. An odd sound broke into her thoughts. A gushing, sucking sound started to happen around her paws. The riverbed was trying desperately to keep her there, but if she stayed any longer she could catch a bad chill. It was only leaf-fall but there was already a sprinkling of snow on the stones at the edge of the river. Her front paws started to really loosen, she tugged on them and they pulled out of the peaty mud. "Pfull harer!" Her words could barely be understood, but apparently he got the message. Her hind legs started to ache a little. She started to get scared, and it must have showed because Yewpatch's posture changed. She twisted her hind feet ever so slightly, they didn't seem to want to budge. What if she couldn't get out? What if the river was too strong? What of it was strong enough to pull her away forever? She wasn't ready, she had so much she still wanted. "StharClan, pleaths!" She wailed, and suddenly the sucking sound started again. She churned her fore paws under her belly, pushing water over the peat to help free her feet. Yewpatch started to back up, using his weight as an anchor. Giving one last tug on her rear legs, they were free. She went limp out of exhaustion, the only muscle still right was her jaw. She felt her body go under the surface of the water, but she was moving, Yewpatch was still pulling.
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I can still remember helpless, terrified apprentice Yewpaw ;o;
Why do I feel so old omg
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He is very much the same LOL
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Wish I could've watched you finish it XD I was there half the time tho :3
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Omg *o* Precious Yewbby is all grown up
//sobs// Time flies by so fast ;u;
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He's actually not a warrior yet ;W;
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Yea I saw that~
Wanna RP them wile there still apprentices?
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Mind if we wait 'till he's a warrior? ouo only a few more days ;w;
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I knooow this is so bittersweet
he got a haircut and everything
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Yewpatch: *happy wiggles*
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