Edgefrost
Riverclan Warrior
“Come on..” Edge said through gritted teeth, his dark green eyes focused on Streampaw as she was stalking a piece of prey. This was a mini assignment that Streampaw was going through before her actual one in the coming moons, so far his apprentice was either catching or missing her catches. The black and gray Maine Coon knew it had a lot to do with her injuries that she suffered throughout the snowstorm, he couldn’t blame her. Although with the healing process that she was going through, Streampaw had a while to go.. But he believed that she was able to achieve greatness if the young molly would put her mind into it.
His mind was all over the place as of late, his former mate disappearing from the clans and leaving him and his sons behind. Now how was he handling things? Poorly as usual. With one night stands and focusing on his sons without working on himself, he was surprised that his friends and family haven’t even given up on him yet despite the attempts to push them away. Perhaps they were just as stubborn as him, stars he hoped that his children didn’t inherit his hard-head. Settling into a crouch, Edge watched Streampaw stalking towards the squirrel. The tom noticed that she wasn’t putting much weight on her injured leg right now, good, she couldn’t tire herself out now.
Edge thought to himself, he would need a new apprentice after Streampaw entered warrior hood. The reason why he took on apprentices so quickly? It kept him busy. It helped training Streampaw as of late, as he was mostly busy training her without thinking of the other problems he was facing. Of course, he would go straight to his kits after and make sure that they were taken care of. It was a weird adjustment, as usually Edge used to visit his kits in the middle of the day and then when finishing his duties.. Now Edge would visit his kits in the nursery when he would return to camp
Snapping out of his thoughts when hearing a snap of a twig, he saw Streampaw’s grey fur in a flash as the molly began chasing the squirrel. Edge quickly moved within the shadows and bushes in order to watch her without causing a distraction. He needed to see if his apprentice was ready to take on the big warrior assignment, if she was ready for her father and Edge to watch her and not be pressured enough into failing it.
Edgefrost
Riverclan Warrior
A small smile escaped Edgefrost, flicking his feathery tail to signal the younger molly to follow “Come on, Those kits get more hangry than anything.” The Maine Coon grumbled, narrowing his dark green eyes as he moved towards the beachside of the Riverclan territory. It was peaceful, quiet. The black and gray tom preferred the loneliness these days, as it let him to wonder within his thoughts. Within the moons that his previous mate had left Riverclan, along with the struggles of becoming a single father.. The Riverclan warrior certainly had reflected his time within the clans. It wasn’t an easy one, but he always got through all the roadblocks. If he had been honest, if it wasn’t for his sons, Edge would had left Riverclan a long time ago. He stayed in Riverclan the first place because of his former mate, perhaps it was because she was the only sense of comfort at the time, no matter how things had gotten bad between them.. Edge stayed because he refused to run unlike his father.
The irony of how everyone who badmouthed Edge, thinking he wouldn’t be capable of handling kits nor being a good mate.
Edge couldn’t help but roll his eyes, he never needed anyone’s opinions but his own. Perhaps that’s why some of his sons were so strong-minded like him. It wasn’t until the two felines had finally made their way towards the shore of the beach. The sounds of seagulls and the ocean waves were pleasing to Edge. His large paws stepped into the cool water which caused the Maine Coon to slowly relax. The tom’s green gaze looked at the sun that was setting, the soft gentle breeze going through his dark fur. For once in his life, Edge was at peace. It was silent for a moment, before he heard Streampaw coming up behind him as he turned towards her. “I usually come here when I need time away from the clan, or feeling a bit overwhelmed.” Edge began, letting out a soft sigh through his nosils.
“I know there’s been a lot of expectations put on you.. When I joined the clan, I had felt as if there were too many of our clan mates who wanted to see me fail.” Edge said, remembering a couple of felines. Looking back at Streampaw, his eyes were narrowed. “You have the potential, but don’t also let any expectations overwhelm you, that ends up happening and it will pull you under worse than a current.” The black and gray tom advised, his feathery tail waving back and forth. He hates to see that Streampaw was putting so much, he knew how it felt when it happened to him “You need to take it one day at a time, don’t let others’ views drag you down.. But allow yourself to rise from their doubts because you’ll come out stronger.” Edge muttered, turning back to look at the ocean and was slowly starting to relax more.
“Not everything will come together straight away, you need patience and determination.. I know you’ve reached your potential, keep your chin up and prove everyone wrong.”
𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓪𝔀
riverclan . apprentice . 12-13 moons
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Streampaw tried hard not to show her despair, but her lip quivered ever so slightly as she flicked a few tiny droplets of blood from her paw where the squirrel had grazed her. His initial sigh shot a spear of ice through her heart, and she prepared herself for the worst. Streampaw fully expected to be told that she would never become a warrior, and that she would be doomed to be an apprentice forever. She guessed she should probably see about getting some more comfrey for her leg...
Surprise littered her face as her head snapped up, and she eagerly took up pacing behind her mentor. Drizzlekit would get his clams, she could do that much!
"...Okay!" Her spirits seemingly lifted by the sudden change of hunting, she felt renewed pride in knowing that she would be able to take something back to her clanmates, even if she didn't quite manage to hook that squirrel. It would probably be caught by some other warrior, at least...
Drizzlekit, Streampaw still remembered fondly that she had taught him how to open up clams and given him his first taste of the juicy meat inside. The memory made her whiskers twitch in amusement. With a new pep in her step, she followed behind Edgefrost, even the pain in her leg seemed to lighten up.
Perhaps she could still be a warrior after all.
Edgefrost
Riverclan Warrior
The black and gray Maine Coon clenched his jaw at the sight of Streampaw failing in catching the squirrel. A sense of frustration hit him, but he remained calm. He noticed the way that the apprentice had moved her leg while chasing the prey, she wasn’t exactly ready yet. Moving out of the bush, Edge moved towards his apprentice with an unreadable expression at first. In a way, he felt like perhaps it was his fault for suggesting this practice assessment so soon. It had been a rough couple of moons lately, and it’s been an adaptation to everyone after Snowstar’s departure from Riverclan. Was Edge going to start making a sob story for himself? No. He didn’t need any pity or empathy from anyone. Standing in front of his apprentice, his dark green gaze was narrowed.
What was he thinking? Putting her on a practice assessment? She could have gotten hurt. Edge was kicking himself within his mind, maybe she just wasn’t ready. Studying the smaller molly, it wasn’t until he noticed that she remained looking at the floor. Then it hit Edge: Streampaw thought that perhaps she failed him. Memories of a young Edgepaw had came into his mind, having to prove his worth to all of Riverclan almost on a daily basis. The tom was thankful that his sons didn’t have to go through the same as him, having to prove themselves from a young age they belonged in their own clan. Letting out a small sigh through his nostrils, Edge beckoned his head towards the direction of the stream
“Come on, I’ve promised Drizzlekit I would return with a couple of clams from the ocean to snack on.” He said, knowing his youngest son would Appreciate such a treat. Edge remembered briefly that Streampaw had also helped Drizzlekit with clams as well, it seemed like his son had taken a liking to one of his distant family members. “We’ll come back to hunting after.” Edge said, not wanting to dismiss it entirely as he didn’t want Streampaw to assume that they were giving up. No, if Edge could somehow make a comeback with all these struggles.. And he had lots of struggles, so could Streampaw.
With a small smile, he beckoned his head and finally got the two moving towards the direction of the ocean.
𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓪𝔀
riverclan . apprentice . 12-13 moons
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Streampaw had been trying even harder to catch up to her siblings after she recovered from her injuries during the avalanche. The only thing was, it had certainly put a damper on her hunting abilities. It was obvious to any cat that despite being so close to death, and despite her forthcomings, that it hadn't done anything to hurt her bright spirit. Streampaw still met every task with optimism and gratefulness that she was being given such great opportunities.
She supposed part of it came with being Copperstar's daughter, but she was nothing short of humble about the fact. However, today she was making a mess of everything she tried to catch. Shooting Edgefrost an apologetic glance, she flattened her ears and huffed, her chest puffing out as she was determined to just give it another try. Creeping toward the squirrel, she silently cursed that her leg still wasn't fully healed- she wondered if it ever would be by this point... but she couldn't let it make her lose this catch...!
Distracted by her own consciousness of her injured leg, Streampaw winced when her paw pressed on a twig, snapping it in two. The squirrel's head bolted up, as the creature assessed the threat. Streampaw held her breath, her heart fluttering with anxiety as she waited. The squirrel hesitated, before another twig snapped, somewhere off in the other direction, and it took off at an angle, heading for the nearest tree.
Streampaw bit down the urge to let out a despairing wail as she gave chase, her paws slamming somewhat clumsily against the ground as she forced herself onward toward the small creature. Just as it jumped for the bark of the tree, Streampaw reached up, wincing at the pain that shot through her injured paw, but hooking it into the squirrel's tail.
The creature turned around, sharp teeth grazing against her paw and making her yelp in surprise, but with a quick swipe from her other paw, she brought it to the ground, able to give it a killing blow.
Panting from the effort as she raised her head, Streampaw's shoulders visibly slumped, and she glanced around, gaze searching for Edgefrost. Her entire pelt burned with embarrassment- not even her own endless optimism could help her here. There was no way she could twist it into something good. That was just bad, and messy at that...
Glancing down at the scattered brown fur at her paws, her ears flattened with shame.
She would never become a warrior at the same time as her littermates...