Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2019 2:28:40 GMT
Thistlestrike
Age: 12 moons| Tags: @egotistic
Can’t erase what I wrote in ink- tell me how can I change the story
“What’s the point of being here?” Thistlepaw asked under his breath as he listened to the fading laughter of other apprentices. His side left side and right front leg ached as he slowly pushed himself to his paws. He had been trying to fish when he was blindsided by his bullies. Like usual, they went after his accent, and like usual, he tried to shove them off. He failed, of course, so they decided to shove him around like he was a piece of prey. They had been a bit tougher than usual, probably because they knew none of his friends were around.
Groaning, the brown tabby tom looked around. Parting his jaws, the tom made sure that his bullies had left. With confirmation that, yes, he was alone, he let out a sigh. He slowly started limping into the forest, mind focused on one thing- a specific clearing. It was a place he had stumbled across one day after he had escaped his bullies. It wasn’t really in RavenClan territory, but it was close enough that you could easily see RavenClan territory. Sighing again, the tom continued his slow limp towards his clearing. He knew it would be abandoned- he hadn’t told anyone about this clearing after all.
It took a while for him to get there, but eventually, Thistlepaw made his way to his clearing. His limp had all but faded by the time he had reached his clearing, which was good, but the sheer exhaustion that the bullying caused made him practically collapse in the middle of the clearing. Letting out a long, exhausted sigh, the tom allowed his eyes to slip closed. With a sigh, he opened them again, and he focused them on a dandelion. It wasn’t one of the flowery ones, but it was one of the puffy ones.
He gave the weed a weak little smile before his face returned to being somber. “Hvorfor setter jeg med dette?” He asked himself as he continued to stare at the dandelion. He slipped back into his native tongue as he thought aloud, something he preferred to do if he was completely honest. He didn’t do it around others though, as he knew that his bullies would use it as more fuel for their bullying. Reaching a paw forwards, the tom gently pawed at the weed, sighing heavily as he watched the seeds fall to the ground.
“Hver dag det er samme,” he said as he pulled his paw back. “Våkn opp, trene, bli slått, sove,” he said as he let out a sigh. Closing his eyes, the tom sighed heavily. “Jeg lurer på om jeg skulle forlate...” he said as he opened his eyes again. Then, what he said hit him and his eyes widened. Lifting his head up, the tom stared at the land beyond the clearing. The land beyond RavenClan. Sitting upright, the tom blinked. “La...” he muttered as he stared at world beyond his little clearing. The land that he came from.
As Thistlepaw stared beyond his clearing, he was oblivious to the sound of paw steps approaching from behind. His tail twitched as he wondered whether or not he should actually leave, but suddenly his ears twitched as he heard someone enter the clearing. “Hvem er det?!” He asked as he whirled around, claws unsheathed. Grayish eyes locked with practically black ones as he looked at who had intruded on his thinking session. Realizing who it was, the tom relaxed as he sat back down. “Oh, hey, Shadowpaw,” he said, suddenly feeling incredibly guilty for thinking about leaving RavenClan, and by extension, Shadowpaw.
“How’d you find this place?” He asked as he looked at his best friend curiously, subconsciously bringing a paw up to rub at his sore side. Yeah, it had been a few hours, but falling on rocks really hurt. “I thought I was the only one who knew about it,” he said, exhaustion seeping into his voice as the energy from being surprised slowly faded out of his system. Looking away from the tom, the brown tabby focused on a root off to the side of the clearing. It was one he had almost tripped over before, and one that he could see someone getting stuck in. “... why did you come here?” He asked curiously.
Groaning, the brown tabby tom looked around. Parting his jaws, the tom made sure that his bullies had left. With confirmation that, yes, he was alone, he let out a sigh. He slowly started limping into the forest, mind focused on one thing- a specific clearing. It was a place he had stumbled across one day after he had escaped his bullies. It wasn’t really in RavenClan territory, but it was close enough that you could easily see RavenClan territory. Sighing again, the tom continued his slow limp towards his clearing. He knew it would be abandoned- he hadn’t told anyone about this clearing after all.
It took a while for him to get there, but eventually, Thistlepaw made his way to his clearing. His limp had all but faded by the time he had reached his clearing, which was good, but the sheer exhaustion that the bullying caused made him practically collapse in the middle of the clearing. Letting out a long, exhausted sigh, the tom allowed his eyes to slip closed. With a sigh, he opened them again, and he focused them on a dandelion. It wasn’t one of the flowery ones, but it was one of the puffy ones.
He gave the weed a weak little smile before his face returned to being somber. “Hvorfor setter jeg med dette?” He asked himself as he continued to stare at the dandelion. He slipped back into his native tongue as he thought aloud, something he preferred to do if he was completely honest. He didn’t do it around others though, as he knew that his bullies would use it as more fuel for their bullying. Reaching a paw forwards, the tom gently pawed at the weed, sighing heavily as he watched the seeds fall to the ground.
“Hver dag det er samme,” he said as he pulled his paw back. “Våkn opp, trene, bli slått, sove,” he said as he let out a sigh. Closing his eyes, the tom sighed heavily. “Jeg lurer på om jeg skulle forlate...” he said as he opened his eyes again. Then, what he said hit him and his eyes widened. Lifting his head up, the tom stared at the land beyond the clearing. The land beyond RavenClan. Sitting upright, the tom blinked. “La...” he muttered as he stared at world beyond his little clearing. The land that he came from.
As Thistlepaw stared beyond his clearing, he was oblivious to the sound of paw steps approaching from behind. His tail twitched as he wondered whether or not he should actually leave, but suddenly his ears twitched as he heard someone enter the clearing. “Hvem er det?!” He asked as he whirled around, claws unsheathed. Grayish eyes locked with practically black ones as he looked at who had intruded on his thinking session. Realizing who it was, the tom relaxed as he sat back down. “Oh, hey, Shadowpaw,” he said, suddenly feeling incredibly guilty for thinking about leaving RavenClan, and by extension, Shadowpaw.
“How’d you find this place?” He asked as he looked at his best friend curiously, subconsciously bringing a paw up to rub at his sore side. Yeah, it had been a few hours, but falling on rocks really hurt. “I thought I was the only one who knew about it,” he said, exhaustion seeping into his voice as the energy from being surprised slowly faded out of his system. Looking away from the tom, the brown tabby focused on a root off to the side of the clearing. It was one he had almost tripped over before, and one that he could see someone getting stuck in. “... why did you come here?” He asked curiously.
word count: 716 words| notes: So, to give a bit of context. This is when Thistle is going to realize that “oh shit, I love him”. Shadow would be 10 moons old here, and why he came is completely up to you. Also, in order, this is what the Norwegian says: “Why do I put up with this?” “Everyday it’s the same thing,” “Wake up, train, be beaten up, sleep,” “I wonder if I should leave...” “Leave...” “Who’s there?!”
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