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Originally Posted by Dolomedes

Seabreeze
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Seabreeze poked his head into the apprentice den with a single target in mind. Aspenpaw. Who has noticeably not been constantly biting at Seabreeze’s heels and with how much the former lionheart has been in and out of the apprentice den, he’s noticed that Aspenpaw has been in his nest more often than not. Something that worried him. No snark at the gathering and nearly getting himself and Floodsight in trouble with it recently either.

Spotting the grey apprentice, the tom had no qualms padding over and pressing his cold nose against Aspenpaw’s forehead. Not rough but firmly enough to shake awake the younger feline. “Hey anklebiter, time to get up. We’re going out.” He attempted to speak nonchalantly but perhaps to a cat that knew Seabreeze better you could tell that there was a nervous sort of undertone to the words.

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“If you want to be strong, learn how to fight alone”
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Nights seemed to drag and daytime went too quickly, aspenpaw found himself in his nest more and more recently. He wasn't quite sure what the reason behind it was he just found it hard to find his usual energy and his laughter felt even harder to find. Worse yet his anger had been building up again but it wasn't against some outside enemy but at his own clanmates and himself! Yeah he didn't like this that much. He felt like he did back then beneath the Aspen tree before shorecrest had found him and brought him here. He had been young then and all other memories were a blur at most but one would always stay clear and real in his mind. It was always the traumatic ones that never left he supposed. The acrid scent, hardened dark ground beneath his paws. Those creatures taking them- no they left him. Trust really was a fickle thing.

Something cold touched his his forehead and it reminded him of something shorecrest and someone else used to do. Aspenpaw's eye shot open, his ambers eyes adjusting to the den dim lighting as he looked up at the tom before him. He frowned, one of his most "favourite" clanmates had come to bother him. Usually aspenpaw would have biting comeback or something to say to the tom but today he didn't have the energy too and no coherent words were really forming. With nothing better to do he rose to his paws without any complaint.