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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat apprentice

Insecurity sunk claws into his heart as he found two apprentices in need of training and prepared to begin his own temporary mentorship, he had the skills but his journey had been from apprentice to warrior to apprentice of another sorts - not only that but he was young to have been a warrior in the first place receiving his warrior name at the ripe young age of ten moons, shortly before he became the medicine cat apprentice. His confidence - well silent conviction of rationalisation for this current endeavour - had faded and had been replaced by the prickling of anxiety on his freckled pelt and the whispering of his insecurities which taunted him mockingly… useless, murder, failure, mask… what if he really was not prepared for this. Angular head shook to rid the thoughts that were were slowly growing rancid in his starry mind, he was trained, he knew how to fight… even though it was distasteful for him… and was actually quite good at it if one really took into account the amount of strategy and thought that went into his every move.

“Allllrighyyy, Rufflepaw and Shadowpaw,” he meowed cheerily - masking the darkness that was dimming the stars in the voids of his mind - to the two apprentices which had come to receive training form him - for whatever reason his mind added with the hints of insecurity which still lingered in the tendrils of figurative crimson flowing from moons of scaring on his tattered yet beautiful heart… somehow though it all he had maintained the lightness of youth as an outward expression so different from the looming darkness that seeped from every inch in the confides of his starry mind, how about we start off with a simple question of what you do know and what you would like to know.” Due to his quick transitions in rank he has never had an apprentice of his own - once again, he had only just become an apprentice before he was once again demoted and promoted at the same time in some contexts of the situation - nonetheless, even with the deeply set clawhold insecurity held on his heart he was quite excited to have this opportunity - as he allowed the thought to flit around his darkened starry mind in an attempt to push away the looming haze, Mossfreckle allowed themselves the selfish though that good battle training meant less injury, which in the end contributed to the wellbeing of Shadowclan - yes, this raid was necessary even as it panged oddly and out of tune or them, but it still required a special delusional rationalisation for Mossfreckle to allow himself to aid in training young cats too off and slaughter or be slaughtered… than again in the end he would do everything for his beloved clan even if it meant muddling his morals in the process - Shadowclan came before himself and he took pride in that flawed conviction.

{ @Leafy ~ Rufflepaw} { @TheLostAmongTheStars ~ Shadowpaw }