𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁.
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abandoned as a helpless kit and left to the mercy of the wild, hollyhockfang's early life was marked by solitude and struggle. found and nurtur...
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sweetsun heaved heavily as she collided with the legs of her sparring partner. grunting, she pulled herself back up. her tail angrily lashed left and right.
❝ hollyhockfang! ❞ the she-cat spat with a scowl and her heckles raised.
the tom-cat stumbled backwards and let out a sharp and irritated hiss, one in which held more surprise than it did anger.
his claws pushed out from the safety of his paws and he was ready to strike.
❝ did a bug crawl into your ear and eat your brain last night or what? what are you doing? ❞ sweetsun hissed. she held a gaze of confusion on her face.
having snapped back to reality, hollyhockfang shook his head. ❝ i'm sorry, i wasn't paying attention ❞ he mumbled quietly and he shifted his weight to gain back the balance he lost when she fell into him.
❝ you know, zoning out during a battle isn't the best of ideas, ❞ winggallop snorted with a laugh.
❝ let's take a break. it's been a long morning, ❞ the deputy's voice travelled over the younger warriors, and winggallop dispersed from the group.
milkfang pondered the thought of asking if the tom was okay, but decided against it, and followed after her ex-apprentice, flopping down under a dead tree next to winggallop to converse.
hollyhockfang wandered off and seated himself on one of the many old dens whisperclan used when the clan occupied the camp before the flood. he found himself staring at the horizon ahead of him, the wind gently rustling the pine's that swayed in the breeze.
but no matter how long he stared, a creeping sense of anxiety wallowed over him. leaf-bare had been and gone, he had healed from smallwillow's rescue, smallwillow was up and walking around camp once again, the kits had now become apprentices.
life was perfect, and normal.
the dread that harboured was not for himself, but for mothstar. leaf-bare had taken a heavy toll on him, he succumbed to a sickness and refused treatment from brindlefur, believing his fate lay in starclan's grasp - and he lost a life.
then, having barely healed, he took on a hawk in a vain attempt to reclaim his hunt, and lost yet another life...
sweetsun softly mewled to announce her presence and hollyhockfang turned. he brushed his head with hers, greeting his mate, before tapping his tail to ask her to sit beside him.
sweetsun expelled a long sigh. ❝ what's wrong? ❞ she whispered, worry drenching her tone as she talked. her eyes softened and her brows arched slightly.
❝ that was a bad time to get distracted. milkfang and winggallop offered to train with us, and you agreed, and now you won't take part? instead you'll just idle in the field with a blank expression... ❞
hollyhockfang craned his neck around slightly to face sweetsun. his ears pushed backwards, slowly, then he faced the front once again.
❝ i've just been worried, about mothstar, ❞ the tom-cat uttered. he shuffled down onto his stomach and pushed his paws underneath his chest.
