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Rosepaw was sitting by the lavender patch of the garden, watching the purple flowers in an uncharacteristic silence. Normally at this time of day, in the golden light of a leaffall afternoon, she would be looking for someone to talk to, or avoiding her sister in the more remote section of the garden. Today, though, her heart was heavy. Heavy with her failures, and her anger, and her bitterness.
She didn't want to be Garden Keeper. Quite frankly she hated it- not that the work itself was unpleasant, but it felt like a prison, a constant reminder that she had failed at being a Warrior. Failed where once again, Orchidpaw had succeeded with flying colors. Normally this reminder made her angry, but tonight it made her quiet and still, her shoulders slumped as she watched the lavender.
Maybe if she trained on her own, she would be able to overcome her hysterics at the thought of killing another creature. It was a nice thought, but she knew it was impossible. She knew that she would never be able to use her claws to end a life without her mind flashing back to the knowledge that her parents had met the same fate- and she hadn't even seen it. Orchidpaw had been the one to see the bloody end of their parents, had been the one to take the savage blow across her face, and she was a great fighter! It was grossly unfair. Rosepaw let out a heavy sigh, closing her amber eyes against the sights of the garden, against her beautiful prison.
"Sorry to bother you, but do you mind if I sit here?" The soft, slightly hesitant voice cut through the bitter silence as the sound of heavy pawsteps weaved their way through the flower field over to the apprentice's side. It was easy to recognize the she-cat as one of the older Garden Keepers; a pretty she-cat with billowing, fluffy cream fur that puffed around her shoulders and neck like a boa, though she was slightly heavyset. Largelight blinked down at the solitary apprentice with a gentle smile on her muzzle, though her paws shifted on the grass almost nervously. "It's R-Rosepaw, right? I don't think we've properly met. My name is Largelight." Usually she wasn't one to make sudden, awkward introductions like this; she had never been one for social interaction, and even being in a clan she kept to the more familiar friends that she had made over the moons. But as she went about her daily Garden Keeper duties, even the former kittypet couldn't help but notice how one of the newest apprentices seemed so frustrated and unhappy when she thought none of the other cats were looking at her.
"Sure," Rosepaw said, making a valiant attempt to be lighthearted as she spoke. Normally the pretty cream she-cat was a socialite, and lit up at a chance to meet someone new. But even tonight that was too much effort. Still, she tried her best to appear unbothered, but the temperamental apprentice had never been great at masking her emotions.
She realized she didn't know this Garden Keeper's name. Everything about clan life was still new to her, and memorizing a bunch of names was a struggle when she was also memorizing herbs and when and where to plant them. "I'm Rosepaw," she said after another moment. "I can't remember your name."
"It's Largelight," The she-cat repeated, taking a seat beside the apprentice with her feathery tail wrapping around her paws. "Though I used to be called Missy, back when I still lived with my twolegs." Perhaps that fact would be a surprise to Rosepaw, perhaps not. It had been three whole seasons since Largelight had last gone by that name, when she first joined Summerclan. Despite the mild social anxiety she occasionally felt, the she-cat belonged in Summerclan now; she couldn't imagine living anywhere else, though it had been a long road to get to that conclusion. "How are you getting along in Summerclan so far, Rosepaw?" She meowed, attempting to start conversation. "Has everyone here been treating you alright?"
Rosepaw found herself faintly drawn to Largelight- another outsider was someone who could relate to her struggles. She offered the she-cat a faint smile. "I didn't know you were a kittypet before. My sister and I were loners... with our parents. But they're dead now." Rosepaw looked off to the side, brushing past the unpleasant topic.
"Summerclan is okay," she said slowly, considering her words. "Everyone is nice. But it's a major adjustment- you must understand, given your background. And... I don't really like being a Garden Keeper. I'd rather be a warrior- but I kind of failed out of warrior training. I couldn't bring myself to hurt even a mouse."
