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Beavergaze

Bern

- oh father tell me, do we get what we deserve? -

Beavergaze woke up early as he did every day, a habit that had been painfully ingrained. With a stretch, he rose to his paws and began his initial morning hygiene routine. After a cursory groom, Beavergaze padded quietly out of the Warrior’s Den where there would be more light and he could place the final touches on his coat and ensure that he would be presentable.

By the time that Beavergaze had finished grooming and a modest breakfast, other cats had begun to mill about the camp. A patrol arrived inside of the encampment while other cats prepared to form up and leave on their own patrol. Everything was as it should be, yet there was something about his environment that irked him. He couldn’t place a paw on it.

The feeling grew and became nagging. Something in his environment wasn’t right. There was something that he was seeing that inexplicably off kilter. Then he saw it. Focusing through the morning activity on a single cat, Beavergaze zeroed in on a young warrior named Russetface. Though he was a handsome tom with an easy and persistent grin, the cat had a reputation for disorganization and forgetfulness. Beavergaze knew him as 'the slob tom that could never remember to groom himself'.

Something snapped inside of the colorpoint’s mind, and he set out at a purposeful lope towards the unsuspecting tom. Beavergaze approached from the side; whenever he did this his targets rarely had time to correct themselves before they found themselves in the midst of being chewed out.

“Is that how you’re going to represent FireClan?” Beavergaze’s voice rasped through the still morning air as he set into Russetface. “Were you just about to head out on patrol? I bet you were, and looking just like that, too. You look like something off of the kill pile. You know what RavenClan will think when they see you? Easy target. Do you want to end up in RavenClan’s kill pile?”

Beavergaze was practically on top of Russetface at this point. The older colorpoint chattered with reprimand and hooked a forearm around the younger cat’s shoulders to pull him towards the dirt. Without pausing for permission, Beavergaze began to roughly groom at one of Russetface’s more permanent licks of fur.

“If you think grooming isn’t important, I’ll let you know something: Sloppy warriors make mistakes. Mistakes kill good warriors. Sloppy warriors live with guilt.” Beavergaze growled and moved on to another tuft that seemed as if it might succumb to a rigorous tongue scuffing.

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[Bern]

| Russetface | FireClan | male | warrior |

Eyes bleary with sleep and short fur- especially that on his head- sticking into every possible direction, the ginger tabby opened his jaws in a yawn, champing a little upon being finished. His greenish-yellow gaze swept lazily over the camp as he waited for his patrol to assemble. He could see Emberblossom, whom he knew for sure was on this morning patrol with him, close to the leader's den, talking to Froststar.
His attention was drawn away from his clanmates as a bug hummed close to his ear as it passed him flying. He swiped at it with a lazy paw, missed and watched it fly off.
He yawned once more.
Yarrowdust, being the responsible eldest brother he was, had woken him with quite a lot of time to spare for his patrol. It was way before Russetface's usual time to get up as he tended to sleep in- if cats let him, and he was feeling quite tired still. Atleast this way he hadn't overslept, he had to give his brother that.
The ginger tabby lost sight of the bug and turned to move his tongue down his side in a half-hearted attempt at cleaning himself. An attempt which he soon lost interest in as he wondered where insects went in Leaf Bare. Did they all die? Felt like he would find more dead bugs and beetles in late Leaf Fall than the rest of the seasons. But if they did die, then how where there new insects almost as soon as the first warming rays of New Leaf's sun hit the earth?
Maybe they came and went with the sun. He liked that thought. He smiled to himself.
A sudden voice from his side almost made Russetface jump. He definitely flinched slightly and felt his heart miss a beat as he turned his head with alarm in his eyes. He recognized the bulky, dark figure of Beavergaze closing in on him, already closer than he had anticipated. The older warrior talked to him in a reprimanding voice, scolding his appearance and drew a picture into Russetface's mind that he did not cherrish in the slightest: the image of him being on RavenClan's kill pile.
"I, uhh-" But every answer he may or may not have had was cut short as the larger tom hooked his foreleg around his own lithe body, dragging him down with apparent ease. Before he knew what had happened, he felt a raspy tongue work its way over his fur as Beavergaze started to groom him roughly.
Dumbfounded, Russetface let it happen.
He gulped at the older warrior's next words. "Sloppy warriors live with guilt." What a way to start your morning. Being scolded, guilt-tripped and groomed against your will.
But he hadn't really thought about it this way, the worst way his sloppiness may effect his clanmates.
Beavergaze moved on to another spot on Russetface's pelt, a spot where the lithe ginger tabby actually was ticklish and he finally found his way out of his rigor. He unwillingly kicked his right back leg and with a protestant growl- well, more of a squeal- he tried to squirm his way out of Beavergaze's grasp.
"Stop it! You're not my dad!", he protested.

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Beavergaze

Bern

- oh father tell me, do we get what we deserve? -

"Stop it! You're not my dad!" The squealing protest from Russetface became muffled shortly after it was ushered as Beavergaze covered the young warrior’s face with a damp, fuzzy forearm.

“Of course I’m not,” Beavergaze mowled admonishingly, “but I grew up with Emberleap, and I know he would not want his son going anywhere looking like something to be found after a flood.” The birds had barely begun to chirp and the chocolate faced tom was already raising a fuss that no other cat wanted to be a part of.

When Russetface’s hind leg began to kick with involuntary jerks, Beavergaze found it necessary to adjust and tighten his grip around the young tom. With a growl of warning, the seasoned warrior wrapped Russetface in a restraining embrace and set to wetting and scraping down several tufts that sprang back up after every pass.

“And Starclan forbid you run into WillowClan out there,” Beavergaze’s assault didn’t stop. With a choked growl, the senior warrior rolled Russetface around until he was on top of the tom and could bite and groom at the fluff between his shoulders, “they’ll mock you until you kill yourself for them!”

And still Beavergaze did not let up. The large tom steps over Russetface and proceeds to roll him over. “You taste like you slept in a fox den, and you’ll surely attract a coyote to the patrol. Get ahold of yourself,” the colorpoint grumbled into the younger tom’s shoulder as he nipped and snipped at a tiny burr that had tangled a nearly unnoticeable clump of fur.

“Everyone’s eyes are on you when you go out there! Give them something to be proud of, to tremble at! Because right now you look like bear kill!” Beavergaze attacked the wavy peak of fur on Russetface’s chest, then aimed a bite at the cat’s armpit and held his jaws there, drooling. After what felt like several seconds, Beavergaze released the young tom and appraised him with a growing scowl of dissatisfaction. Seeing no notable progress after his grooming attack, Beavergaze felt a disgusted grimace twist his muzzle.

“Embarrassing,” he muttered. “Take a bath in the lake, Russetface. If you don’t keep yourself up to standards, you’re going to get hung inside of a bush one day and dogs will mark you and eat you.”

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[Bern]

| Russetface | FireClan | male | warrior |

His protest was muffled by damp forearm rubbing over his face. The lither ginger tabby flicked his ears in irritation. Russetface's attempts to escape Beavergaze proofed futile as the larger cat just adjusted his grip and turned him over like a kitten that wasn't even dry behind its ears. The younger warrior felt just as helpless as he was pinned to his chest with the chocolate tom biting between his shoulders, assaulting him with his tongue and cleaning strokes.
Russetface's eyes flicked back and forth frantically as he struggled weakly against the heavier cat. He was not sure wether he was hoping for help or that none of his clanmates saw his weak struggles against the overbearing older tom. However the few clanmates of their that where present turned their gazes away, unwilling to make it their business.
The smaller tom felt heat rise to his face. He listened irritably to the harsh words that accompanied Beavergaze's violation of his poor pelt, body and pride.
"No cat is gonna mock me", he said, trying hard to keep his temper. 'Except maybe you, you brute!', he thought secretly. "I don't look that bad!"
As the colour point warrior compared his taste to that of a fox den he perked his ears in outrage. "That's not true at all!", his voice rose higher and higher and he had to clear his throat. "You are wildly exaggerating!"
He sniffed as he was finally released from the unwelcome and very rough wash, feeling violated, sore, emberassed and not even cleaner than before. He felt rather bedrappled as he swiftly got to his paws and inched away from the other tom.
"Don't tell me bear kill doesn't look scary", he muttered defiantly as he shook his defiled pelt. He glared up at the larger warrior but was taken by surprise at the disgust on his face. Surely he wasn't that repulsive?
He flicked his whiskers self-consciously and started to smooth down his riled up fur. Beavergaze's next words shocked him however and he froze. Eyes round as an owl's he looked back up.
Mouth hanging open he stared at the brown tom.
"Are- are you threatening-tening to feed me to the dogs?!", he whispered in disbelief. What was his problem?!

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Beavergaze

Bern

- oh father tell me, do we get what we deserve? -

Beavergaze eyed the young tom in front of him. How could his fur be so messy? How was it so difficult to groom down? Could he not see the long-time repercussions of minor, repeated mistakes? It always started simply: relaxed grooming habits.

"No cat is gonna mock me, I don't look that bad!" the smaller tom’s protest drew a snort from Beavergaze and he advanced towards the warrior. Standing mouse-lengths from him, the color point narrowed his eyes.

"Fox den- that's not true at all!", Russetface squeaked. After clearing his throat, the younger tom adopted a defiant scowl towards the older warrior. "You are wildly exaggerating!"

Staring meaningfully at Russetface, Beavergaze parted his jaws to draw in a breath a release a drawling mowl, “Am I exaggerating? When is the last time you cleaned your nesting? Don’t make me have you take me to it.”

Taken aback by the threats, especially of being caught in the bushes and attacked by dogs, Russetface ushered a ragged whisper. "Are- are you threatening-tening to feed me to the dogs?!" This drew more than a couple of glances, mostly impatient, from passing warriors and Russetface’s patrol.

“I’ll eat you myself if it spares you the agony of being caught by a Ravenclan assassin. They can eat poisoned meat, they don’t care. And they like their prey feisty.” Beavergaze pushed Russetface with his fluffed chest and exhaled on the cat.

“If I see such relaxed grooming on your part again, I’m going to drag you to my training sessions. Don’t worry, Russetface. I’ll make sure you’re trained. And presentable.” Beavergaze’s icy gaze was nearly touching Russetface by now. The larger tom’s whiskers pressed forward, nearly tangling with Russet’s. “Do I make myself crystal clear?”

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[Bern]

| Russetface | FireClan | male | warrior |

His ears trembled slightly and he involuntarily laid his ears against his head as Beavergaze towered over him in all his intimidating height and width. His eyes shot quickly towards the warriors' den at the mention of his nesting and the ginger tabby gulped. No, in fact he had not got to change his bedding lately. But he wasn't about to let Beavergaze find out and get the satisfaction.
Fighting hard to regain control of his body he perked his ears straight up and cocked his head in defiance. He even moved his chin a bit forward to make his stance clear.
Beavergaze however reacted by pushing him with his fluffy brown chest and Russetface had to take a small step in order not to fall on his behind. He could feel the older tom's hot breath on his head. His face flushed at the sudden closeness and he was glad his short fur was atleast thick enough to hide this. He had a hard time deciding wether the chocolate tom was acting to antagonize him or actually in his best interest.
He took a step back to get out of the chest fluff and glanced up at the tom's blue eyes with uncertainty.
He was very close to his face now and Russetface's tail twitched nervously.
The larger tom got even closer and he could feel the other tom's whiskers brush his.
"Do I make myself crystal clear?", he asked.
He had promised, no,threatened to drag him to his training sessions should he not groom himself better in the future. Beavergaze's training sessions were notoriously vigorous and cats usually came back jellylegged.
He opened his mouth to respond, thought of it better and closed it again.
Taking a small step back he said wide eyed: "Yes, sir! Beavergaze, sir!"
He looked around to find the cats he was supposed to go on patrol with. Everyone seemed to be there now.
'Great. They all saw me getting treated like a kit and responding like a nervous apprentice', he thought irritated. Like a beaten dog he moved away from the large chocolate tom but halfway to his patrol, he turned around, cocked his head like he would see Yellowleap do and said in a raspy voice: "But I may just take your offer and attend one of your training sessions."

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Beavergaze

Bern

- oh father tell me, do we get what we deserve? -

"Yes, sir! Beavergaze, sir!"

Beavergaze had not expected such a prompt answer. Excuses, maybe. More reasons on why he couldn’t be bothered with such a simple chore. Russetface had surprised him. Beavergaze watched as Russetface first took a step back and then half-slinked half-sulked away.

"But I may just take your offer and attend one of your training sessions." Russetface had suddenly called over his shoulder. In that moment, he resembled his brother and brought a spark of hope to life within the older warrior. Beavergaze’s scowl of surprise transformed into an appraising frown. Perhaps this young warrior held some promise after all. Voluntarily showing up to a training session? One of his training sessions?

"We'll see," he called back to the russet tom.

Beavergaze watched as the damp warrior joined with his patrol. He couldn’t keep the warrior from his duties, no matter if he was finished with him or not. After a couple of remarks that Beavergaze couldn’t pick up from the young warrior’s patrol, they proceeded out of the camp to visit the border. Left alone where he sat, Beavergaze turned his head to focus on the distant Cinderstar. Had she seen? Perhaps she’d been watching his activities for the last few days. The chocolate faced tom rose to his paws to leave the camp on his own patrol.

As he peeled away from the direction the patrol had headed, Beavergaze spared a glance over his shoulder. If Russetface started attending his training sessions, would he be able to shape him into a notable warrior? Perhaps he could give the young tom a way to shed the taint on his name. If he proved valorous, that would only further distance him from his association with the Traitor. Tucking the thought away, Beavergaze chose to reserve his thoughts about the tom until after he came to a training session. Talk was cheap, blood and effort could move mountains. If Russetface meant a word that he had said, he would have to back it up with bruises and determination. Time would have to tell the depth of the young tom’s loyalty to FireClan.

Fin.

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