redshiftreign |
April 20th, 2024 11:08 AM |
same mentor, different world. [re: classmates]
thick fur is high maintenance. grousepaw blamed his father for that- he had lucked out in the genetic lottery with his natural muscle tone and size (and looks, grousepaw was admittedly very, very pleased by the look of his fur. not that'd he'd ever admit something so superficial.), he had the misfortune of thick fur. which meant it was hot as hell and twice as uncomfortable as the days got longer and nights grew shorter. he always preferred the cover of night. because it meant freedom and quiet in an oppressive and loud world.
night was thick in shadowclan. viscous even, like fog rolling off the pelts of the inhabitants here. it was one of the few things he could think of these days that he liked here. the kinship, however fragile, between the cats of the dark. fragile it was, because one command could turn mentor against apprentice or brother against brother.
all for what? the maniacal murder-machine queen of mean? he could applaud her ability to create a stable, powerful clan, but there was a large gap between grouse and a world where he could endorse clans, let alone killing and lying to make one work. in his opinion, they were better off working together as a team, and saying 'damn leaders and damn liars'. it's all politics- there's no reason for a leader to be the leader. it's not based on any merit. it's just countless generations playing favorites and picking their best tool.
grouse yawned, catching a glimpse of russet fur as a smaller apprentice shuffled over to him. recognition flickered in his eyes briefly, head canting a bit. there was one of the other things he liked about clans- the people. the different views. the conversations.
he gave a lazy grin, "grouse's the name, yeah. you're squirrel, right?" no -paw. no suffixes in general. not to grouse- there was no reason for it but to make apprentices feel like they were less than warriors, and warriors that they were less than the leader. he wasn't going to partake in that.
"i figure you're one of mistle's other apprentices? girl has a whole gaggle of them now, huh? three, was it?" he shrugged his heavy shoulders. "i got reassigned to her not long ago." he got reassigned a lot. thanks to his devil-may-care attitude. couldn't order him to do anything without some resistance. grouse was so relaxed, so unbothered, and found existing as himself as easy as breathing. it was a stark contrast to the nervous apprentice. the same mentor, sure, but it was almost like they were living in two different worlds. squirrelpaw in one dominated by fear, consequence, and grouse in one dominated by calm spite, resentment. freedom. there was something powerful in not letting things bother you, grouse had realized young. there was something dangerous in it, too.
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