Sunsets (Hawkfrost X Reader)

Gathering

"I can't believe we have to stay behind." Hawkpaw grumbled, kneading his nest in the apprentice's den.

"You're gonna mess up the bedding!" Mothpaw complained, kicking her brother softly because his leg had pushed her as he was aggressively tearing apart his own moss.

"I don't care! I wanna go to the gathering too! I'm ten moons old, I'm just as much as an apprentice as (Y/N)!" He wailed, and sat up.

You sighed in annoyance.
"StarClan, Leopardstar will never take you on any gatherings if she finds out this is how you react." You muttered.
'Plus, I'm warrior-aged and you're not...' you added in your head, but ignored the thought because you knew it might hurt them.

You were twelve moons old now, but you were still considered a terrible apprentice. Shadepelt had been forbidding you certain meals for two moons now, which resulted in you not getting unhealthily skinny, but rather just slim.
Still, you were hungry a lot and weren't as strong as you used to be.

The brown tabby whipped his head around to you, his blue eyes widened in what seemed like kit-rage.
"You've been messing up at training all the time! And YOU get to go?!"

Hawkpaw hadn't suffered at all. He was taller, more muscular, he looked like a real warrior already and almost overtowered you.

You stuck out your pink tongue at him, to which he almost threw a fit but Mothpaw patted his head.
Mothpaw was just a tad bit smaller than her brother, but much thinner. She looked a lot like her mother, meanwhile Hawkpaw beared resemblance to what you thought was the ideal warrior.

"We can go help out in the nursery!" Mothpaw suggested. "Mom always hangs out there."

The brown apprentice seemed even more upset.
"Mom doesn't do anything except ignore us." He almost hissed.

His golden sister flinched a little, and she narrowed her amber eyes while looking at you, as if it was your fault Sasha ignored them.
"She surely can't if we exactly address her." Mothpaw meowed, "...besides, we get our assessment soon! She'll want to know about it."

Oh yeah. Assessment day.
You sighed. You had failed it once already because a group of kittypets had intervered, and thought wrestling with a cat they didn't know was the best idea to introduce themselves.
Shadepelt had come to your aid and now one of the kittypets had a distinct, massive scar on their neck. They HAD survived, thank StarClan Leopardstar had been there to stop Shadepelt from almost killing said kittypet.

You knew that neither the kittypets or your mentor had meant bad things- the kittypets just wanted fun, and your mentor had thought they were actually fighting you.

You shuddered a little at the memory, feeling bad for the kittypet with the wounded neck.
You sure hated Shadepelt's claws, and getting a wound as nasty as that sure wasn't on your wish list.

You felt something brush your flank, and looked to the side.

"We'll be going now." A dark gray warrior told you.
It was Stormfur, you didn't have any major connections to him whatsoever, but you had been made an apprentice around the same time as him.
You never interacted much, you had felt weird talking to... a half-blood.
Now you knew a bit better to understand him and his sister Feathertail, but you still didn't quite know what to make of them.

"Ok." You mumbled, then turned your head to Hawkpaw and Mothpaw, who were rough-housing in their nest.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"What? No way! You're telling us what happened right when you come back!" Hawkpaw demanded, his tail stuck up like a stick.

You snorted, in an almost taunting manner.
"Yeah, we'll see." You purred, amused by his anger, and turned around to follow Stormfur.

You swear you could hear your friend angrily grumble your name, but just smirked and pretended to ignore him.