Post by ink on Apr 24, 2017 23:46:13 GMT
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“Patchkit? H-how? I thought, they said…” Patchkit just smiled, placing her nose on Frostkit’s forehead, it was an awfully weird sensation he would never be able to explain.
“I’m here, don’t worry about me”
Frostkit, who had only heard of lost souls in the occasional story from the elders, failed to realize that he was talking to his sister’s spirit at the time, but caused his will to live to increase once more. For the first time in his life, he could run around the nursery and play with his sister, like if she had never been sick.
It, however, didn’t help his father at all. He couldn’t see the spirit of his daughter and even if he could he would’ve refused to do so, stuck in a state of denial. He became way more reckless and careless, more than once getting in unnecessary trouble as a result for it.
Frostkit had a tendency to try to make friends with the older cats instead of those of his own age, feeling himself being more mature than he really was, but his constant interaction with his sister’s spirit made it way too hard and more than once he was rejected from their groups they claimed that they had grown past Spirits, and unless he did so he wasn’t mature enough to join them, the situation getting a bit worse after he got his apprentice name as he refused to mimic the older cats in that sense. It was during this time that, based on the words of the cats he unsuccessfully tried to befriend, he found out the truth about her sister and the fact that she wasn’t alive.
Patchkit, feeling guilty for his unsuccessful attempts to make friends with the older apprentices like he so badly wanted to, tried to fix the situation by introducing to him most of the Lost souls that lived in or around RootClan’s territory, trying to only bring benevolent ones. At the beginning it did help, getting him to be a bit more social and even helping him to develop a couple of skills with their experiences as guide…but more spirit friends only led him to become aloof and distant from most of the clan, finding himself more comfortable around them than the older cats that wanted him to mature and let go of them.
This doesn't means he didn't keep trying to get along with the older apprentices. However there was one specific apprentice with the name of Oakpaw that went beyond the line, teasing him and leading the young tom to follow his instructions or do “challenges”, only to find out he had been made fun of or that he had been completely made a fool of in front of the clan. The older apprentice was eventually caught and punished for his actions, but this left a scar on young Frostpaw, leading to his loss of respect and detachment, as well to lack of confidence on the ones surrounding him and unwillingness to form bonds with them. It didn’t help that as he grew up he started to have trouble to keep the contact he had with his sister and the occasional spirit that she introduced or brought back to play with him and cheer him up.
It was around this time that his father died thanks to his mindless actions, in a border fight that could’ve been easily avoided through just a word or two. This was the first time he went to the burial grounds, followed by Patchkit and some clanmates. He decided to stay and mourn for his lost family for a bit longer as the clan started to leave and the guardians arrived to prepare and bury the body of his father.
He was surprised when their eyes didn’t fell on him, but on Patchkit. The tiny spirit immediately getting as close to his alive brother as she possibly could, giving him that odd sensation he was so used to by then as she pressed her ghostly fur to his in an attempt to escape the gaze of the older cats, not used to be seen by anyone but Frostpaw, or at least not like this where they made it painfully obvious.
“Can you see her?” He asked with curiosity, one of the guardians padded towards him while the others once more focused on his father.
“She’s attached to you and you to her, I can see…you need to let her go” Frostpaw’s ears went flat against his skull and his eyes widened.
“Wh-what do you mean by let her go?” His voice was full of grief and panic, his tail wrapping itself protectively and almost possessively around the spirit of his deceased sister.
The guardian stood silent before pointing at a place not far from them, causing Frostpaw to look at that same spot. At the start he could see nothing, but then his father, mother and brother appeared before his eyes with gentle smiles and starry coats “She needs to go, you can’t keep here forever young one. They are here to help her reach the place you keep her from going”.
Tears immediately flooded Frostpaw’s eyes as he glared to the older cat “No! Why she has to go?! We are happy together! I don’t-” He was cut off by her sister’s nose being pressed against his fur, his eyes going down to meet her gentle gaze.
“Brother, I want to go…” Her words were like sharp claws tearing deep within his chest, several tears running down his cheeks as he experienced the grief that had been eluding for so long through the interaction with his sister’s spirit “I’ll always be with you, I promise, but…please. I don’t belong here anymore”.
Frostpaw’s paws couldn’t stand his weight anymore as he fell, crying as he tried to get as much contact as he possibly could with Patchkit before he finally let go of her. His whole body screamed to him as he watched her walk away from him and towards his family, her own pelt slowly starting to glow like theirs. She turned around with a huge smile before she disappeared alongside the rest of his family.
“You did the right choice, young one” The guardian’s words were soft but approbatory before he turned around, leaving him to mourn by himself. Frostpaw didn’t return to camp until dawn, walking alone for the first time and missing the odd sensation that the spirit of her sister gave to him during all this time.
The rest of his life as an apprentice was quite harsh, given his lack of true bonds with the clan cats and the now growing solitude he had to face given the loss of his usual interaction with spirits. As a result of that his lack of interest to ever stand out for anything in the clan started to get stronger, and with that his laziness, lack of seriousness and even lack of respect to those that don’t prove to deserve it regardless of their rank started to develop.
Time went on and he grew nearer to finally ern his warrior name, something in all honesty he didn’t really look forward to. He was ok sleeping in the apprentices den without being bothered anymore. It was then when the news arrived. There was an open spot between the guardians for a RootClan cat.
For the first time since he had decided that he didn’t want to stand out, he didn’t show any kind of laziness nor doubts, he went straight to the leader as soon as the announcement was made and offered himself to take the spot as the guardian apprentice. The seriousness in his voice surprising, the talk didn’t last long, he was ready and he obviously wasn’t willing to take a no as an answer.
(If this gets accepted, I’ll make a farewell topic on RootClan’s camp and then one of Frostpaw arriving to the Guardians' camp)
[li]Family-[/li]
Mother: Palefoot[Deceased]
Father: Nightfur[Deceased]
Siblings: Beetlekit[Deceased], Patchkit[Deceased].
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Extended: N/A
[li]Genetics-
-High White (Almost full)
-Black fur
-Blue eyes
-Medium lenght fur[/li][/ul]
