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His paws skidded to a halt against the soft ground, not minding that it was springy with newly wet snowmelt for the air was getting warmer and warmer by the day. This meant new star viewings would be out, offering a much more exciting gaze each night. With a shudder of apprehension, Wolfconstellation couldn't battle the growing smile upon his maw. Every second was a promise of something newer, and something more anticipating. Though he supposed he might as well calm himself just a little; after all, he hadn't been assigned to any patrols or duties today. Which had given him a new problem — what exactly was the lanky gray colored tom going to do today?
Mudpaw sat near the front of the apprentice's den, cheeks puffed in an exaggerated pout while the slim brown she-cat sulked by herself. Having the leader of Summerclan as your mentor was absolutely wonderful...until it absolutely wasn't. Ravenstar was too busy to take her out for training today, and her usual backup, assisting the Medicine Cat Graythorn, also wasn't an option; both of them were far too concerned with some odd illness that a couple of the warriors had come down with. Now, what was she going to do today? She didn't know the territory well enough yet to go out on her own...which meant that she'd have to convince some other warrior to take her out and teach her some cool, warrior stuff.
Her yellow-green gaze scanned the camp until she finally spotted a tom she vaguely recognized heading towards the forest. With a hopeful grin, Mudpaw jumped to her feet and bounded after him. "Hey! Hey!" Her pace slowed as she finally reached the tom, she stared at his face for a moment while attempting to remember his name. "Hey...you're new here, aren't ya? I was wondering if I could come with you on your walk? My mentor's too busy for me today, and I'm bored."
The tall tom paused as her heard his attention being grabbed, turning only slightly to watch as they bounded towards him. He had absolutely no idea who this cat was, or what mentor they belonged to. Feeling a sense of disappointment at having to drag along someone else's apprentice on his little expedition, he considered his answer before giving a small sigh and saying, "Alright. I guess it wouldn't hurt to have someone come along with me. That way if I get lost, at least I have someone else to get lost with me." He smiled at his own joke; though his tone and the actual truth behind the statement might have been a bit concerning to any other cat.
"I'm Wolfconstellation, by the way," he added over his shoulder in an amused little smile, before setting off through the camp entrance and out into the forest around them. Already, the snowmelt was giving life to new foliage. The trees had small green buds along their branches, and the clouds sky and the clouds were almost perfect for any spring day. He frowned dismally and said in a grim voice, "Spring is almost here."
"I don't know the woods any better, so that might actually be a thing today," Mudpaw retorted playfully, casually padding along beside the tom as the pair exited camp. Glancing behind her, she didn't see her mentor anywhere, but she supposed one of the other cats in camp would eventually let her know that she left. "I'm Mudpaw. It's nice to meet you, Wolfconstellation. Though your name's quite a mouthful."
The apprentice let out a pleased purr as they stepped into a more sunny area of the forest, letting the semi-warm sunlight hit their pelts as they treked through the damp grass and dry, crumpled leaves. Her ear twitched as she picked up the displeasure in the warrior's voice. "I'm guessing you don't like Newleaf, then?" She asked, tilting her head curiously. Most cats in Summerclan were absolutely estatic about the approach of warmer weather; it meant more plentiful fresh-kill for everyone to eat. Being born in Leaffall, Mudpaw had never personally lived through a real summer before, though she was excited about the prospect of being able to explore whenever she wanted with the nice weather.
He couldn't help but smile in amusement at the bright, happy go lucky apprentice as she trotted alongside him, amused at her question. "For such a complicated name, it in turn has a lot of meaning behind it," he said with a small shrug. It was true. He'd been named after his owners favorite Star; and it seemed only natural to rename himself in proclamation to both his love for the stars and his birthplace. "I'm sure you'll be named for something that notably defines you, when you become a Warrior."
He padded along at a comfortable pace, though he made sure to be a bit slow since his legs were much longer than the average Warrior. "As for your question... not necessarily. Because of my pelt, I do enjoy Spring and Summers given warmth and healthy eating. But I'd be lying if I didn't say Winter was my favorite. In my opinion, everything is much more simplistic and beautiful. Like the sky. No vibrant colors to distract you, you know? Plus, its the best time to view my favorite set of Stars," he said, not really wondering or caring if he was talking a bit too much. When he was started on the subject of Stars and Constellations, there was really no stopping his warpath.
The apprentice listened to the warrior's answers attentively; hanging on to every word out of simple curiosity. She had sure picked an interesting fellow to take a walk with, hadn't she? Honestly, Mudpaw never considered what suffix Ravenstar might give her once she became a warrior. That day seemed like such a long ways away...there was so much she still needed to learn about hunting and fighting and serving Summerclan. But at the same time, what word would define her as a warrior? As much as she tried, she couldn't think of anything.
"Leafbare is all I've ever known," she admitted quietly, once she was positive Wolfconstellation was finished explaining. "According to Graythorn, our Medicine Cat, I was found outside the border during the first snowfall of the season. I don't remember anything before that." The young she-cat went silent again, a look of solemnness crossing her face for a split second before another thought struck her. "But what do you mean by, 'favorite set of stars'? Silverpelt never chances, at least, I don't think it does. They say Starclan is supposed to always be there; our warrior ancestors watching over us...I've actually seen them, once."
The gray tom observed her for a moment in silence, listening with keen interest. "Mmm. I don't remember my mother, I was taken from her when I was very young. Actually, I grew up on the streets as a Rouge, until my Two-leg decided to give me a home and food. I know Kittypets aren't looked upon as.. well, favorable. But... when you live by yourself, scrambling for a scrap of food or two, you learn to appreciate what you can have," he said after a moment. "I've seen all the seasons, though. My favorite is obviously Winter, but.. each season is amazing in its own way. You'll figure out what you like when you get older, I guess."
He fought the urge to chuckle in amusement at that, though he smiled patiently at her questions. Wolfconstellation, oddly enough, had faithfully entrusted himself to believing in StarClan when he'd joined. Who didn't want something to believe in, after all? Though laughing might send the wrong signals, so instead he focused upon the undergrowth for a moment before contemplating his answer. "Ah... its hard to explain. But sometimes, you can see patterns in the Stars. The have names too, though I only know the one I was named after. I just know the patterns, mostly. What I mean is some of the patterns are viewed best during certain times. As for StarClan, they're always there. I don't really know much about StarClan; I've never personally seen them... but, I imagine that their home just... exists."
Mudpaw nodded, letting out a hum of understanding. If Graythorn hadn't found her, chances were that she would've grown up as a rouge too...if the cold didn't kill her first. Seeing how young she was at the time, she was lucky that any cat found her when they did. "My friends used to tease me as a kit, saying that I was probably a kittypet," she muttered, nose wrinkling in irritation at the memory. "I don't really care anymore about who my family was...Summerclan is all I need now. They're my family." During her first few nights in the clan, she constantly suffered from nightmares, seeing visions of her mother's silhouette abandoning her. Those were long gone now, even the faint outline of her mother a distant, fading memory.
"Hmmm...maybe our Starclan ancestors like to draw pictures?" She half-jokingly suggested with a small giggle. "You'll have to show me the patterns sometime!" The apprentice bounded in front of him, meeting his gaze as she began to walk backwards through the forest, treading carefully so she didn't trip on a tree root or something. "Starclan are all the warrior ancestors that came before us, going all of the way back to the very founding of the clans themselves!" Mudpaw explained, proud of her knowledge. "They all live in the Silverpelt, which is that biiiiiiiiiig line of stars you see every night! When we die, we'll go and live up there too! They watch over all of us, guiding our paths, and they send omens and prophecies to help or warn us in our times of need."
He could share her sentiment, or at least, finding that family didn't stretch as far as actual blood. "I've never really felt like I've belonged anywhere, honestly. Its always just been me," he said half to himself, with a small glance upwards to stare at the fluffy clouds drifting by. "Its been an adjustment, living in SummerClan. But... I think I'm starting to really understand what it all means." With a small smile, he watched as she carefully trotted ahead, making sure to scan the undergrowth for her anyways in case any stray roots snuck up from behind.
"I'll try and show you then, if we ever talk again and it happens to be nighttime," Wolfconstellation said as he snorted in amusement at her joke, cracking a small lopsided half-smile. He'd heard snippets about StarClan here and there; though he supposed this was his first time actually talking about them. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't at all interested in them. He'd never felt any sort of connection to something like that, and he felt that he was also adjusting to the idea of cats who watched over them. They had to go somewhere when they died, right? "So do they just live on... or, er, in the Stars? Or in clouds?" he asked suddenly, his eyes blazing with curiosity.
"Well duuuuuuuuh," Mudpaw countered with a sarcastic roll of her eyes, sticking her tongue out at him. "I mean, it's pretty obvious that cats live better when they work together. It isn't always easy, but don't you feel more comfortable and at ease, knowing that everyone's there to help and protect you? The clans give cats like us a purpose; something to strive for, more than we'd ever have alone!" Her words were surprisingly profound for someone so young, but the phrasing was so simple is was clear they were coming straight from her heart. With a couple of bounces she was back by Wolfconstellation's side again, facing forward, and nudged him with a soft smirk. "You know I'm right."
Without waiting for a reply, she let a thoughtful hum and glanced upwards at the open blue sky above the treetops. "The way Graythorn described it to me, they live in like, another world of sorts?" She meowed, not entirely sure of how to explain the idea. The Medicince Cat himself explained to her that it was difficult to grasp if you've never seen it for yourself. "I think, Silverpelt is sorta like a river; they can look through it down at us, but we're like fish, and we don't always realize that someone's watching over us. And they can walk away from the river, and journey through Starclan the place, which is apparently supposed to be this beautful forest where prey is always plentiful, and you're never cold or hungry or alone ever again. And anyone you've known that believes in Starclan and has died before you...they'll be there too."
He watched her for a moment, amusement crossing his expression. He remembered being so young you had energy to spare; though admittedly he hadn't been so carefree until he had found himself a home. "That's true, sometimes. Some cats prefer to work alone — Loners, for instance. I'm sure there's also comfort in solitude; though it isn't for me. I cant imagine being alone. I think I'd probably go mad," he answered honestly. Though he'd definitely have the Stars for comfort, he definitely knew he'd miss having conversations, much like this one. I response to her, he rolled his eyes and said nonchalantly, "Your... pretty right. For the most part."
Wolfconstellation glanced up at the sky as well, his eyes flickering with thought for a moment. "I hadn't thought of it like that. That actually... makes some sense, I suppose," he responded. Though he frowned in a bit of disappointment at her statement. "I wish that weren't true. The part about cats have to believe in StarClan to go there. I mean... I guess it makes sense, it just..." he trailed off, clearing his throat. "I'd like to have seen my family again."
Mudpaw beamed a cheeky grin at Wolfconstellation upon his admission that she was right. And of course she was; Summerclan was so great! Her naive mind couldn't fathom the idea that any cat would ever want to live anywhere else besides a clan once they got a taste of what it's like. However, her broad smile faltered as the tom brought up his family and the obvious drawback of a belief in Starclan. "Well, I mean, I'm sure their spirits had to have gone somewhere," she mewed, trying her best to reassure her companion. "It's not like they disappeared, or stopped existing, right? Because our spirits are definitely going somewhere, so it makes sense that theirs just went...somewhere else?" The apprentice frowned, her nose scrunched in contemplation. "We should ask Graythorn went we go back to camp. He'd probably know. He knows everything."
The gray tom felt a small twinge of guilt for dragging the apprentice in his own turmoil; especially if it meant asking the Medicine Cat. He definitely didn't want to make anything a bigger deal than it already was. Shaking his head and smiling at the apprentice reassuringly, he said, "It's alright, honestly. Your probably right anyways. Besides, now that I have a home, I can probably settle down and have a family of my own."
It was the truth, nonetheless. Wolfconstellation could settle down and make his own little family in SummerClan. But the nagging thought would always be there, wondering at if he would ever see his birth family.
