#slightpaw

LITTLE @dividedskiesrp ARTFIGHT ATTACK FOR THE STORMCLAN APPRENTICES :33 Set before the time Applepaw leaves for Dawnclan

Slightpaw and Sandypaw have become apprentices!

Slightpaw was apprenticed to Frogstar!

Slightpaw is excited to have her clan leader as her mentor! Frogstar feels a pang of grief as he touches noses with his new apprentice; Scorchroar was supposed to be her mentor, before his sudden passing.

Sandypaw has decided to pursue the path of a medicine cat, and is apprenticed to Rippleclaw!

BRIARSWAN: Mistlestar...? Are you awake?

[You shuffle your head to look over at your friend and medicine cat. He's looking at you with the same compassionate smile as always, but something seems off about his demeanor. There's a tremble to his voice. You lift your head up.]

MISTLESTAR: Is something the matter, Briarswan?

BRIARSWAN: Please... just try to understand...

[You watch as Briarswan paws a small cat out from behind him. A kit. One that isn't of your clan normally.]

[You stammer for a few moments, and try to ask Briarswan about the origins of the small, mewling mass. He doesn't seem keen on talking about it.]

[You aren't one to turn away a kitten, so you nod and tell Briarswan that you'll discuss this more later.]

SLATEBURN: Hey, Mistlestar. Just wanted to let you know I'm headed to Briarswan. He's nervous I may have come down with something... I'll do my best to keep up with my duties until I'm better.

SLIGHTPAW: [The young apprentice doesn't quite seem to be on their best game this training session.]

MISTLESTAR: Slightpaw... is something bothering you?

[Upon hearing your question, the apprentice stops in their tracks. They hesitate for a moment, and then start speaking.]

SLIGHTPAW: I've been having a hard time sleeping. Recently, I feel like I've been having constant nightmares. I see these shadowy cats, sometimes they seem like they're dripping with blood. I don't know what it means.

SLIGHTPAW: I want to do my best. It's not fair that I keep seeing it. I feel like it's a bad omen- am I doing something wrong, Mistlestar?

[The words make you stumble a bit. Shadowy cats...? Your mind drifts as you think of the ghosts you've been seeing, but you bring yourself back down to earth. You need to be there for Slightpaw.]

[You put your tail against his back.]

MISTLESTAR: Sometimes... nightmares are just nightmares. And if it turns out to mean something, we'll help you, Slightpaw. You're doing wonderful, okay? There's a reason I chose to mentor you specifically, you know.

[That seems to have cheered them up.]

[As you're having a conversation, you watch Fawnhowl limping on a mangled leg back to the medicine cat den.]

MISTLESTAR: ...What happened?

FAWNHOWL: I tried to catch a rabbit over the Burrowclan border. They just caught me on a bad day- any other and I'd-

[You glare at Fawnhowl, and that seems to make her go quiet.]

Time for the last of the currently-living adult WindClan cats, it's Slightfoot!

You can find the reverse side of his design here.

Slightpaw, now Slightwhisper, sat at the camp entrance, looking out at the quiet forest.

"Squirrel tail for your thoughts?" Slightwhisper jumped and turned to see his best friend Pearstep. The grey and brown torbie had just became a warrior as well, the only two out of four apprentices of the same age.

"I'm just thinking, Pearstep. You know me." Slightwhisper forced a chuckle. "Always coming up with mousebrained schemes."

"You want to go after him, don't you?" The molly nudged her pal. "I get it. Mousepaw and Tigerpaw were like family to me too."

"Mousepaw should've become a warrior alongside us." Slightwhisper flexed his claws in the dirt. "Not running off with Sparrowstorm."

"She was his mentor. And you know Brackenbreeze never approved of the black molly training her kit, anyway."

Slightwhisper winced at the mention of his mother. "Does she approve of anything we do?" He huffs lightly. "You'd think she only had the one kit, the way she smothered Tigerpaw with praise and mourned her death."

“Well, it's not like you can disappoint her more. You're a strong tom." Pearstep reassured.

Slightwhisper nodded and looked back out into the tree.

Pearstep rolls her eyes. "Tell ya what, say we go hunt for Mousepaw. If we find him and he's safe, we'll either bring him back or stay with him."

"We?" Slightwhisper looks at his kithood best friend.