sibling bonding | quillpaw's battle training [p]

[furrensic]

QUILLPAW
he/him. 8 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]

quillpaw feels as though he's fallen behind. which, he hasn't, technically. he knows how to hunt, he knows stealth and he's..fine at those. not amazing, but not horrible - just fine. and usually, he wouldn't care. he has nobody to impress but himself, not his parents (stars forbid he do anything just to make them proud or happy). not even his grandmother ..although he also really, really doesn't want her to think of the disappointment grandchild. he has just himself. but there's a weird feeling in his chest that's lingered ever since sleepypaw became sleepysunrise.

he's happy for her! he even smiled. of course, it's only natural. that's his sister, after all, he'd be happy if any of his siblings became warriors. the problem is..this feeling. he's figured out that it's envy. she's not that much older than him, yet has definitely accomplished more (obviously, she's a warrior now) than some warriors. and t think that they've never actually talked before. life is very strange. anyway! there's a solution to the feeling of inadequacy.

so, with that in mind – the lithe tom is approaching the warrior's den, poking his head inside. it's still early dawn, and between all of the sleeping forms of warriors, he's not too sure if sleepysunrise is in the hollowed trunk at all. he blinks, scanning the den briefly before his eyes narrow. "sleepysunrise!" he calls, a sharp edge to his voice as usual. not a care in the world if he wakes some unlucky warrior up. too bad so sad.

"if you're in here, come here." it's originally meant to sound like a request, but in all honesty, it sounds like more of an order than anything else. with that, quillpaw steps back, simply peering inside.

[ @Estelle ]

[Estelle]

Sleepysunrise hadn’t quite gotten used to her new den just yet, let alone her new nest; she often hovered around, keeping to the shadows of the clan until late into the night early in the morning rather than enter the crowded den of warriors, all far too close for comfort. Her vibrant eyes watched from her shadowed cloak as the clan went about their day, keeping guard, and senses alert for trouble.

Although today’s ‘trouble’ had a rather different form; the form of seeking knowledge, and a sharp tongue. She heard her name called by her brother, ordering her to come and heed his call. Sleepysunrise would’ve ignored under any normal circumstances, except for the fact that this was her younger brother calling – those who could order her around were those of power, Miss Grandmama and mama. No one else. But a sibling’s call she would always heed and as such the dull-faced feline approached her sibling, watching him with an intense eye.

“Don’t.. order.”
She said softly, something she picked up in the nursery.
“You’re okay?”
She asked, wondering what he needed as her head tilted sideways.


[ @furrensice ]

[furrensic]

QUILLPAW
he/him. 9 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]

much to quillpaw's pleasure, it's only a few moments before sleepysunrise approaches. he scrunches his nose, brows furrowing for just a split second before his expression returns to its normal annoyed looking one. "I did not order you, I merely called." he says with a shrug, before his eyes narrow slightly. "...but, I will be more mindful in the future, I suppose." he grunts, voice a touch more quiet, followed by a nod.

he raises a brow at her question. "perfectly fine. I just need your..help," the word tastes foreign on his tongue. he dislikes it. eugh. "-- with training. seeing as you were at the raid..I figured you could teach me how to fight." there's a short pause, where he silently wonders if that sounded like an order or not. "if you don't mind." he adds on, a bit begrudgingly.

[ @Estelle ]

[Estelle]

A difference of opinion, but Sleepysunrise could appreciate his mindfulness. Quillpaw was, evidently, one of her more prickly siblings - a stark contrast to Birdpaw and Bleedingpaw, in any case. But the apprentice didn't mind. There was a certain interest to Quillpaw's behaviour, an aspect she didn't understand which she would be keen on studying. Much like one's excitement, Quillpaw's lack thereof was so... Uncommon? A foreign feeling? She couldn't quite place it, nor could she tell why.

"I don't mind."
The monotonous words followed, a surprisingly gentle pair of eyes resting upon her little brother, opposing the normally distant and soul-piercing stare that was given to anyone else. Much similar to what Miss Grandmama would often do, she moved to flick her tail just above her brother's shoulder, probing him to follow along as she spoke.
"What do you know?"
In general training, she meant. Not just battle.


[ @furrensic ]

[furrensic]

QUILLPAW
he/him. 8 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]

one thing quillpaw notes about his sister is the difference between her voice and her eyes. sleepysunrise carries a monotone pitch, yet her gaze is gentle, almost..motherly in a way. the two don't match. it makes him uncomfortable, and he thinks he'd prefer a stern gaze, something he's more familiar with. he edges away subtly when she flicks her tail tip just above his shoulder. ew, touch.

padding alongside the black and white molly, he cants his head at her question. what does he know? "nothing about fighting. simply hunting and stealth, the basics." he promptly answers with a twitch of an ear. now that he's saying it aloud, he truly realizes that he doesn't know that much and almost feels embarrassed. a feeling so foreign that a cringe threatens to appear on his maw.

"you must know how to fight well, seeing as you lived. I'd like if you could teach me everything you know." there, that sounds more mindful, doesn't it? see, he can be thoughtful and not demanding.

[ @Estelle ]