Crowpaw
Purrks: Heightened Perception and Agatha Kitty
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There was a lot to learn from the dead warrior. Some lessons were bound to not be great, but others were. Poisonberry proved that twice now with her little lectures. She was correct... he fought to give Quietpaw a life he never had. A relationship with Quailfur and Thrushstar. He argued again and again, shedded tears more times than he could count, and in the end... he lost everyone close to him all while gaining the respect he needed from his Clanmates.
The silver and black tabby's laugh brought him out of his rather depressing thoughts, causing his hackles to raise. She had a point, but he knew she was bad news. That's why he was aggressive toward her in the first place. He twitched his nose as the she-cat's tail touched it and wrinkled his nose in distaste. He did not like his nose being touched... by Dark Forest warriors anyway. The only cat he'd ever allow to touch his nose was Sweetsong and his sisters and brothers (if they ever decide to visit his dreams).
"She chose to listen to me about my past. If she chooses to tell me about her's, I'm sure she'd mention her relationship with you. And I'd give her the same respect she gave me. I'll let you know my answer the next time our paths cross." He was sure they would. A cat like Poisonberry, who beckoned him to her den after seeing him with Sweetsong? He needed to know more. For his sake, and for the small she-cat he was so willing to protect.
The news about Sweetsong believing wholeheartedly into StarClan brought of mixture of feelings, ones he didn't exactly know how to process. Sweetsong believed in the warriors that took everything from him... and Poisonberry knew how he felt about StarClan. Being 'disillusioned' and all that. It brought a question, one that he did not wish to find the answer to: would he go to the Dark Forest when he ends up dying?
I don't want to... I'd be forever away from my sisters. I'd be stuck in the same land as my father. A father I grew to hate.
"I'm not trying... to compete with StarClan. She'll love who she wants. I won't stop her nor will I convince her otherwise. I can't stop a thought that's been in her head since her nursery days." Convincing the she-cat (a she-cat who had such a positive outlook on life by the way) otherwise would just be cruel. It wasn't who Crowpaw was and it was something he'd never imagine nor hope to do.
'Try not to take it too hard when she doesn't reciprocate your heartfelt declarations' Crowpaw's eyes widened in... fear. Fear of not being cared about by Sweetsong. He protected her, and she has tried to help him... but would she protect him as he had her? Tears were at the corners of his eyes, waiting to drop on command, as he watched Poisonberry disappear within the darkness of her den. With a heavy sigh, he felt the ground beneath him disappear and heard the birds begin to chirp.
Oh, Sweetsong... I'm trying, I really am...