SATISFIED / OPEN

[SHATTEREDPELT]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/ been a while since i wrote cats asdlfh, i'm just trying to adjust with this post

Such a strange freedom came with age. The realization struck him randomly at times, watching queens herd their kits back to the nursery, or seeing an apprentice duck their head when told they could not go on a patrol. And here he was, with the cool night air on his face and the stars shining on his back. It's a peaceful night, the world bathed in silver and the low blue of midnight. The conflicting beauty and unsure silence leaves Shatteredstar on edge and peaceful simultaneously, watching every rustle in the brush but eventually settling into a comfortable, easy silence. The realization that he was leader hadn't fully settled in yet, concern piercing through his chest at random moments. For now, the feline simply sits and stares up at Silverpelt, his mind running over the same question time and time again: why?

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[align=center][div style="width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;"]Who knew that he would be the one with doubts or anger. He didn't have a choice once he became an apprentice. His whole thing just put his heart in his own mouth. His mother couldn't be more upset when he decided to tell his mother about his opinion about Starclan. Maybe, he was being foolish. 

A sound escaped his mouth from tiredness. The grey tabby rotated his shoulders as they were getting sore. His eyes gazed around the camp with boredom before finally landing onto shattered. A frown appeared onto his face.  He wasn't set up with an mentor, so half of the time he would often talk to the older warriors and to ask questions. Maybe it was because he didn't want to fall behind in his studies. He was already three months ahead without a mentor, so his footwork is sloppy.

He never knew what to do with himself, half of the time. He would often go to the reeds, which is why his fur wasn't the cleanliness. "Staring won't do much help," The tabby spoken, half grumbling.

[buzzardpaw]

“ SEAL MY HEART AND BREAK MY PRIDE! ”
buzzardpaw — male — riverclan — dump

the whole mentor crisis didn't affect buzz as much as he thought it would. he was ten moons old and about to turn eleven within the next few days. he'd taught himself most things by observing the warriors as they went about their day, but there were still other issues he couldn't quite grasp. ah, whatever. he'd figure everything out eventually. it was just a matter of time before it all clicked. that was how it worked, right?

his thoughts were interupted by nearby dialogue, and he rose to his paws from where he'd been laying and began to wander closer. through the reeds he spotted shatteredstar lost in thought and a grumpy cootpaw. neither of these were much of a surprise.

with a sigh, he made his presence known by stepping through the reeds. "ah, well he does have a lot on his mind." buzzardpaw rumbled in an amused tone. he glanced at the newly promoted leader with a reassuring smile across his maw. "everyone is here for you, shatteredstar. you needn't worry this much. it will all become clear in time." well that got oddly serious. it felt gross.

                                                     

[SHATTEREDPELT]

[align=center][align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]Shatteredstar, surprised at the apprentice's candid statement, almost purred with amusement. "You're right." Shatteredstar said quietly, standing up and stretching. "What's done is done, correct? StarClan intends for these things to happen.." He drifted off as Buzzardpaw appears, and a rush of gratefulness hits him.

"I'm here for you guys, too. I hope.. I hope everything will turn out okay, you know?" Shatteredstar finds it funny that he's confiding in apprentices, but what could you do, right? "We'll figure this all out in the end, I suppose."

A kit comes tumbling in next, and the scarred tom purrs a greeting. "Hello Leafkit, what are you doing out so late?" He asks, tilting his head to the side thoughtfully.

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[align=center][div style="width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;"]His face turned into emotions, surprise when the leader spoken to him. He was expecting that he would ignore the apprentice. He remained stationed where he was. His ear flickering at the annoying bugs that buzzed into his ear. His emerald eyes narrowed when Shatterstar spoken again. He agreed with him with the StarClan, in a way. Cootpaw knew not to tell anyone about his feelings about StarClan. Yet, he felt a little disappointed.

All he knew about the clan from when he was a kit, he wasn't allowed to many things and yet, he still wanted to know more. Dappleberry wasn't much help when he wanted to know about StarClan. But, she told him about the medicine and he wasn't very interested in it. Cootpaw frowned before looking away.

StarClan intends for these things to happen. That saying was simply more than crowfood. Things happen because it was the course of nature. It starts with your first actions, and that simple decision changes everything. So, would you pick left or right?

His thoughts cleared when Buzzed and Leafkit appeared. He waited to hear what they wanted but, it was simple small talk. He wasn't very interested. The clan just had more younger generation of felines, less older. Of course, he didn't know why or why there was barely anyone. "It's okay, Leafkit. Did you eat yet?" The tom stated.