Eagletalon
The Misunderstood Warrior of Thunderclan
A couple of twolegs had settled in on the edge of Thunderclan's territory, beside the river. Their kits played among the water during the day as they sat and watched, and Thunderclan warriors had been reporting large amounts of prey being taken by the twolegs. Nothing had been done yet, and Eagletalon was determined to be the one to change that. As of late, he'd been stuck to cleaning out the elders' den and the nursery after he had upset some of his clanmates. Bunnyskip had managed to convince him to keep a more low profile, but he was going stir crazy being stuck in the Thunderclan camp.
It was humiliating to be a wallflower. Eagletalon wished he could stand out among his clanmates. He wanted his father to admire him, to appreciate him... he knew deep down that Hawkstar loved him. That he was very much the favourite. But after Copperheart had possessed his father... the lack of approval and outright coldness had put doubt in the young tom's mind. He needed to hear it, he needed the praise... to do something that could prove not just to Hawkstar, but to his clanmates as well, that he was a warrior who could be counted on. He had yet to lead a patrol of his own, something that was beginning to weigh heavily upon him.
And yet, as Eagletalon always seemed to do, he decided that the best way to go about proving himself was to do something drastic. Perhaps this was why he had yet to receive an apprentice or be allowed to lead a patrol?
The tom had so many thoughts swimming in his mind.
There was one cat who seemed to be on his mind more and more as of late. Polarlights. Since she'd moved into the warriors' den with him, he found himself reminded of the conversations they'd had whilst she was still an apprentice and he was an even fresher warrior. It was... weird, his feelings of the she-cat. She was equal parts annoying, and frustrating and yet... she didn't laugh at him. Or judge him. Some cats seemed to dislike him for being Hawkstar's son, others for his abrasive personality... and yet Polarlights just accepted him for how he was, and as grouchy as he could be... she never... hated him for it.
Eagletalon grunted, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the thoughts, pushing through the patch of brambles behind the nursery. He'd already thought he did a good enough job of making sure no cat was following him, however he clearly hadn't noticed the pretty pale she-cat who had begun trailing him out of camp.
Polarlights |The Eccentric of Thunderclan|
A startled-like light laugh escapes her at his grumbled words, “Are you suggesting I do not have thoughts?” Polarlights jokes as she pauses before him. Her usual crystal blue and turquoise eyes appeared more indigo as she looks up at her taller friend. “I suppose I should have known I can’t get anything past you” Polar sighs to herself. Ever since she basically ran into him when she was a young apprentice, an unexpected friendship formed. One that Eagletalon had recently accepted, and Polar, a wallflower was more than thrilled to have a friend. Even if the brown bengal tom was temperamental, it did not bother her in the slightest.
The silvery white and pale cinnamon molly could tell that Eagle enjoyed her company, even if he would never admit it. Her usual dreamy smile on her lips as she listens to Eagletalon. Polar was silently thankful that her ever growing crush was fading slowly, she had realized a little over a moon ago that her childish fantasies and crush on her dear friend was unreachable and needed to face reality. Eagletalon would only ever view her as a friend, so a friend she shall remain. She could not and did not want to lose her friendship over something childish. Arching a curious brow at his plan, or lack of. “Eagle, my dear friend. I adore your need to always do something for the clan…but what is your plan exactly? One that does not involve in me explaining to your father as to how or why his son got snatched by twolegs?” Polar questions with pursed lips.
Polar adored the brown rosette tom, but Starclan could he let his need to prove himself cloud common sense. While she preferred to daydream about such actions and adventure, Eagletalon always seemed to seek it out. “Should have known you were up to no good when I spotted you sneaking out” she adds with exasperated sigh, though she could not hide the small smile of endearment from showing. “I suppose I shall tag along, being the good friend I am, cannot let you cause mayhem on your own” Polarlights teases with a playful nudge to Eagle’s side. Polar secretly hated that she always found herself caving to Eagletalon, just one look from him always made her feel seen and important. A dangerous feeling to have indeed, but that’s what friends are for, right?