it's the little things in life

[❝ darkfire ❞]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ he watched the morning sun rise from the middle of the windclan camp clearing, waiting for the morning patrol to come back so that he could send out the next group. he was up early and up late, and this was where he thrived. he loved the life of being deputy. the activity that he got running around checking to make sure his clan was moving smoothly and safely was perfect for him. but as soon as the morning patrol came back he spoke to the leader of the next one and then nodded his respect and moved away from the camp entrance. he wanted to see how his sister was doing. her kits were close to apprentice age. and swankit was the one that he worried about the most. she wasn't that interested in becoming a warrior at all. which worried him. becoming a warrior was a respectable position even if deputy and leader were not attainable. however, swankit was only interested in singing. which made no sense to him because there was no practical use for singing in the clan. she couldn't hunt by singing, couldn't fight by singing. about as much as she could do with it would be to inspire her clan through her voice. but even then it wasn't that strong of a case for why singing should be her main lot in life. she lived in a clan, not out by herself as a loner. her job would be to protect her family. he made his way to the nursery and peeked inside. his eyes searching for the white fur of his sister, with six little lumps beside her. "swankit." he hissed softly. he wanted to spend some time with her, maybe try to find a possible mentor for her who might be able to get through to her. or to understand her and find a way to integrate singing into her apprenticeship. but he still wasn't sure how. ✉ tag -- ( Skyclad with Swankit )

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[Swankit]

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[attr="class","reasonbod"]Sleeping always brought Swankit the best of times. After all, in her dreams she could do and be anyone she wanted! Her mind always painted the most fabulous of images during unconsciousness. That night she'd been grown and beautiful; singing a song which made everyone purr. All eyes had been on her, all bright and thankful for that which rolled from her tongue and heart. But as usual, that image was strangled away by the opening of her eyes.

Blinking, Swankit found her fantasy once more dismantled, as a familiar voice gathered her awake.

“Uncle?”

Oh nooooo. Immediately Swankit felt her stomach drop. Darkfire was the clan's deputy, and her mother's brother.. and he always.. always had something to say about her singing. Much like her own father, the older tom did not see the use in her passion-fueled aspirations.

With an dreadful twitch of her whiskers, Swankit's white and black figure shuffled away from her siblings and mother, her smaller pads sweeping across the nursery's floor as she reluctantly headed his way. “What do you want? I was having a wonderful dream!” She kept her voice hushed as she spoke, even if it's bothered pitch betrayed her efforts. She didn't want to interrupt anyone else's beautiful dreams, after all.. but ya know..!! How troublesome was this visit?! She could only imagineeeee the woe ahead of her this day. But she couldn't deny the Deputy. Nor could she deny that she felt a smidgen of pride when she was seen walking around with Darkfire. He WAS one of the most amazing toms in camp, even if he disagreed with her dreams.

[attr="class","reasontag"]❝ darkfire ❞ - tehehe

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[❝ darkfire ❞]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ he shook his head to himself just before swankit opened her eyes. she was a beautiful little kit, one that he loved and adored with all his heart. just as much as he loved her mother and the rest of her siblings. how he wanted to grant her dream, he just didn't know how to do it. he watched as she shuffled away from her mother and then followed him out of the den. he noticed, briefly, how his sister peeked out from her sleep to see what was going on and then she drifted back to sleep. when they were out of ear shot from the nursery, darkfire finally replied. "listen swankit..." there was a pause. a long pause. he didn't want to shoot her dream down. he didn't want to be the bad guy. he loved this little kit and he only wanted what was best for her. but what was best thing for her? he cleared his throat and then spoke again. "listen, you're almost 6 moons old and you're going to be an apprentice soon. so i'm going to give you an option." he looked down at her and then lowered his head to lick her brow softly. "if you can give me a good explanation on how singing can be used to practically help your clan, then i will allow it to become part of your training." ✉ tag -- ( Skyclad with Swankit )

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[Swankit]

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[attr="class","reasonbod"]Swankit expected the worst, especially during the long pause.. but as Darkfire spoke and comforted her forehead, she felt her hostility lessen. Though the defiance was still lurking below, unconsciously waiting for a moment to defend herself and her dreams..

Then the opportunity came.. and it wasn't.. negative? It was reasonable. She looked taken-aback, all angst immediately wiped away from her youthful face. Because although she thought the concept of being an apprentice was horrid in itself, if she had the opportunity to sing during it.. maybe it'd pave the way to opening minds about having an exclusive singer in the clan, and then she could leave behind Warrior life altogether!

“Well!” Her voice, no longer tethered by worry of waking anyone up, belted out unrestrained as her paws began to excitedly dance, “Mainly for morale and inspiration! And.. capturing stories of glory even better, so that... so that...” She squinted, the next words to come felt like a contradiction, but she felt it was a good reason for Darkfire's ears, “So that other kits and apprentices can be inspired to live up to such grand tales! I think it'd be easier for them to remember if it's sung!”

She lowered her chest to he ground, her paws outstretched as her rump pointed in the air, her voice suddenly gloomy, “Like, imagine a time of bloody battle..” her voice took on a tone of foreboding – a.k.a ghost telling mode – as her eyes stared into nothing, “And everyone is hopeless and lost! But bam, they hear my beautiful voice of hope and they are filled with the will and strength to carry on!” She leap then, pouncing at an imaginary enemy, “And that reignited strength turns the tide of war and WindClan claims victory!”

[attr="class","reasontag"]❝ darkfire ❞ - i love darkfire already

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[❝ darkfire ❞]

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[attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]彼らは私が選ばれた人だと言う

[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ perhaps he shouldn't have expected her to have a deep thought out answer. she was only 5 moons after all. but as he watched her with the passion and the will that she had for it, the feeling that shivered through darkfire made him think. how could he deny his sister's daughter. she would still have to learn the way of the warrior in order for her to truly understand what it was she sang about, but perhaps he could make an exception for her. he wondered who would make a good mentor for her. there weren't any warriors who made singing their main priority. but maybe there were cats who did sing on the side? perhaps, but he would have to talk to his leader about it. he didn't want to discourage her, despite his skepticism. and he wasn't sure how to approach the situation. "well, let me think about it for awhile. your passion for singing is great, and i love how you put everything that you are into who you want to be. but i need to talk to our leader to make any decisions, especially on who your mentor is going to be. what do you think of my proposal?" his voice was lower than her's as he attempted to be an example for her in the early morning. good thing they'd gone a little bit away from the nursery so that she hopefully wouldn't wake any of her siblings up. ✉ tag -- ( Skyclad with Swankit )

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[Swankit]

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[attr="class","reasonbod"]Her uncle's reaction felt like it'd taken centuries to come: after she had pounced her imaginary enemy, she'd felt her muscles clench with tightness as she shifted her gaze toward him, waiting for words to spill from his maw. When his lips finally parted, she braced herself for something negative. But what came hadn't actually been that bad.

She lowered her rump, to lay before him as she tried to process his proposal as was asked. What did she think about it? He had liked her passion and thought it was great, but at the same time wanted her to become a Warrior..

Even so, this is the most recognition you've got for your dreams from a Warrior! And from one so high up, no less! If being an apprentice was temporarily necessary for her long term goal to come into fruition, then perhaps she'd just have to suck it up and go along with it, so that she could get closer to opening other's eyes!

“I.. think it's acceptable! But.. if my mentor won't let me sing then I don't want one! You'll make them let me tho, right? Since you're Deputy??” Her sunflower toned orbs gleamed up at him, hopeful that he'd be the hero she quietly hoped he was.

[attr="class","reasontag"]❝ darkfire ❞ - hehe, almost agreeable. more than i can say i expected from her, tbh

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