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?
Eagletalon
The Misunderstood Warrior of Thunderclan
Eagletalon just had so much on his mind, even though he'd tried to shake away the oppressive thoughts his head still felt marred by their persistence. Any cat with half a brain would know that he was his father's favourite son, that Hawkstar loved him so deeply and was proud of everything he achieved, but the rosetted tom just couldn't believe it. Copperheart hadn't helped either, undoing all of the progress that Hawkstar had made convincing his arrogant, self-important seeming son that he was worthy. And any cat would equally know there was nothing platonic about the way he'd been staring at Polarlights.
The way she'd gone from a chubby apprentice to a curvy she-cat... he was a simple tom, at the end of the day, he was at the age where romance was to be expected, where cats would begin courting, settling down and beginning their families... but he just felt frustrated. Speak of the devil, though, as the she-cat's voice cuts through his thoughts like a claw, and he whips around to face her. The fur on his back that had raised flattens again self-consciously, and he grunts in response.
"Easy for you to say." He mutters, before glancing away from her deliberately. "You were following me, weren't you?" He knows her far better than to just assume she'd happened upon him randomly. His tail twitched self-consciously as he lowered his voice.
"Look...some cat has to do something about those twolegs, or our camp is going to be trampled by their kits."
Polarlights |The Eccentric of Thunderclan|
How peculiar. That was the word that echoed in Polarlights mind as she silently watches Eagletalon try to act non-suspicious as he awkwardly stumbles behind the nursery. The silvery white and cinnamon colored molly smiles in amusement at watching her dear friend turn the corner. It did not take a genius to figure out that Eagletalon was up to something. So what does Polar do? She follows him. Keeping her paw steps light as she keeps several paces behind, not wanting to give away her location so quickly to Eagle. Her indigo colored eyes brightening in excitement and laughter as the brown bengal was none the wiser of her antics.
Polar understood the deep turmoil the tom felt in needing to prove himself. That he longed for approval from his father and his clanmates, wanting to be known for more than just the leader’s son. Yet, she could not fantom his desire to put himself into harms way almost constantly, then again who shall ever understand the mind of a troubled soul. She, too was a wallflower, but instead of hating the sidelines, she often blossomed in the dark. She enjoyed not having too much attention on herself, though she had noticed as of late that her sudden glow up had not gone unnoticed.
The once chunky little apprentice had certainly blossomed into quite a sight. The young warrior had gotten slightly taller, still petite but her baby fat had morphed into curves that were easy on the eyes. Polar hated that she was not small and slender like many other she-cats, but had long ago learned that not everyone is the same. To other females within her age group, she will always be known as ‘loony chipmunk’. A nickname that she was not sure she would ever be able to shake. Tilting her cranium slightly as she could almost see the swarm of thoughts muddling around in Eagle’s head.
A soft giggle escapes her as she decides to make herself known. “I am surprised you don’t have a headache from thinking too hard, Eagle. Nice day for a stroll is it not?” Polar muses, pretending to happen upon him, wondering if he would reveal why he was sneaking off.