#birchtail

Molepaw is the last addition to this family, she is Ferretstar and Puddleclaw’s daughter they had before Ferretstar realized she was a lesbian and separated from him. 

Name: Molepaw

Gender: Female, she/her

Rank: Apprentice

Clan: HailClan

Molepaw is an excitable bubbly apprentice who doesn’t seem to take much after either of her parents at all. She is very caring and loves to have fun. Although she is the oldest apprentice in HailClan, she is a bit childish. Still, she is very much the “big sister” type and always looks out for the younger apprentices and her siblings.  Her mentor is Dustclaw, the strongest fighter in HailClan.

big sister!

The forest was cold and white, the snow lying thickly on the ground. The hoar frost made the twisted branches of the bare trees and bushes sparkle in the darkening day, the sun setting behind the clouds quite a bit earlier than it did in green leaf. Softpaw trudged through the forest on weary paws behind Birchtail, sighing to himself. While Brightpaw got to go on a hunting patrol with their father, he was doing observation training with his mentor. And even worse, Stonepaw refused to talk to him since their spat in the forest. He sighed again.

           "If you keep on sighing like that your lungs will get frostbite," Birchtail meowed, flicking Softpaw's chin with his long tail. Softpaw shrugged and flicked an ear, watching his paws as he walked. Birchtail rolled his eyes and stopped, nudging his apprentice.

           "Come on, Softpaw, you don't usually mind observation training. What's the matter?"

           "Sorry, I don't mind training. It's just that..." He shook his head slowly. "Stonepaw and I aren't really as close as we used to be..."

           "You mean since Lilypaw died..." Birchtail meowed. Softpaw nodded.

           Birchtail let out a sigh and sat down, motioning for Softpaw to join him. Softpaw sat down looking at his mentor curiously.

           "Softpaw, I know that this may seem like it will last forever, but it won't." He raised his eyes."Something I learned, long ago, when I was your age and I lost my mother, is that life and death is like the changing of the moon. Sometimes it's so dark, and you can barely see, but then the clouds part, and you can catch a tiny shimmering glimpse of the stars. And then you know that, whoever you lose, whatever problems you face, there are cats who are watching out for you, guiding you." He turned to Softpaw. "And I don't just mean StarClan. The whole clan is there for you and Stonepaw. We all grieve for Lilypaw, but life needs to move on." He blinked. "For example, Lilypaw's death didn't stop the moon from changing back into a full moon for the gathering, nor did it stop Mistywillow's kits from being born last night. Life and death are things that happen, no matter if you don't want it to. Plants will still grow. Prey will still get eaten, and yes, our friends will still die someday." He curled his tail around Softpaw, wrapping it warmly, giving him a sympathetic look. "But we must move on, and live when they could not."

           "I know," Softpaw closed his eyes and bent his head. "I just... I feel so tired."

           "Yes, my friend. Life is tiring. Death, even more so. But, when you mourn for those you lose, remember how good they were when they were alive. Remember when they made you happy, and remember when they were happy, too. Death isn't the end, it's just a new chapter of your life." Softpaw leaned against Birchtail and felt the old, sturdy warrior let out a rasping purr.