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The ginger tabby squared his shoulders, taking in as calming a breath as he could given the shaking of his legs and the unsteady beat of his heart.
Why are you nervous? He’s just like you, but bigger.
“And with a ton of experience. What do I have? Exactly.”
You’re making a big deal out of nothing and it’s annoying. Look, you want some advice? Take a deep breath and rip it off like a snaggle claw. Sure, it’ll hurt and bleed a bit, but at least it’s not dragging on the ground getting caught in stuff anymore.
“I can’t wait until I meet someone who doesn’t speak in backwards metaphors.” Fracturedpaw closed his eyes, willing himself to find some form of peace before he stepped forward.
“Hey!” He called out with a grin — that he hoped didn’t look too manic — and glanced around himself before approaching the leader. “Uncle Rat, how ya doin’?”
"Hmm?" Ratstar had been...more than preoccupied lately. Leaf-Bare was fast approaching, and being a cat with more reason to fear the cold and snow than most, the Summerclan leader had been spending all of his spare time in preparation for the first big storm. At the sound of an unfamiliar voice addressing him, he glanced over at the young apprentice, surprise flickering briefly in his single eye before quickly being replaced by fondness. Uncle Rat, huh? "Hey there squirt," the tabby tom purred in reply, grinning. "Fracturedpaw, right? I'm doin' as well as I can. Can't say I'm a big fan of this weather, though. How are ya holdin' up?"
Fear and anxiety had been plain to see on his ginger face, but as soon as the older tom’s bewilderment cleared and a warm amusement graced his features, Fracturedpaw felt a warm bubble of pleasure and peace grow in his chest. He shifted on his paws happily, horribly tempted to dance around the tom like a small child and ask for playtime. He wasn’t a baby anymore, though; he had expectations weighing heavily on his shoulders and needed to act the part. An internal part of him purred in amusement at his strict self-image, trying to push him to let loose a bit.
“That’s me!” He chirped in confirmation, grinning. “I love the snow! I don’t like the cold, though. It makes my paws go numb and makes it harder to get up in the morning. But the frost is beautiful at dawn!” At the inquiry, the apprentice felt his bubbly countenance quake and threaten to shatter. It was the first time someone in a while had genuinely asked after his well-being and a big part of him was desperate to voice the thoughts that had plagued him since the last time he’d had a one-on-one session. He never felt comfortable sitting down and talking with Graythorn. Despite his being the medicine cat, the tom didn’t exactly exude a warm, welcoming demeanor; Fracturedpaw was convinced he’d be laughed or scoffed away before he’d be supported. The ginger swallowed back the words and placed a small smile back on his lips.
Don’t be silly. He’s asking after you because you interrupted him like the obnoxious loud mouth you are. Just send back a generic response and get out of here before you make a bigger fool out of yourself.
A voice in the back of his mind, that had been quiet for some time since Ratstar’s attention was placed on the apprentice, spoke up, tone attempting to be calm and consoling, but belying the anger the tom felt.
How many times do I have to tell you not to talk to yourself that way?
Fracturedpaw’s ears turned down at the reprimand. “Sorry...” He whispered as quietly as he could, unable to contain the apology. He blushed, taking a few steps back from the leader. “I mean!” He backpedaled as much as he’d dare, gazing up at the leader nervously. He took a deep breath. “I’m alright. Training’s going well! Er, well. As much as I’ve been doing, that is. I’ve been tagging along with the apprentices that let me! It’s been super helpful. But- Uh- I know you’re busy, too, so it’s no bother really, I know it’s probably hard to find somebody willing to train me.”
He flushed even more. “What were you- working on?”
