Post by Broadwaykat on Jul 30, 2019 1:28:04 GMT
There was very little that bothered Bloompaw; because for all his heart and soul and pride to prove himself a keen warrior prospect, he wasn’t particularly smart. But for the last couple of moons, ever since he had become an apprentice, one particular memory had been nibbling at his ears and poking at bits and pieces of his memory. It wasn’t a problem, per say – but more a bunch of questions that niggled and naggled their ways into his waking mind as well as his dreams.
He had tried talking to his mother about it; Leafeyes had told him to hush when he had asked about their dad in front of others. Other members of the clan, even Sweetbriar, had simply shaken their heads and said that they knew little about his father as Leafeyes hadn’t mentioned anything about the identity of the sire of her kits. So the only cats he would really talk to were his siblings; Rosepaw and Softpaw, honestly, because everyone knew how ‘talkative’ Honeypaw could be.
But even then, it seemed, there was no hope – they didn’t want to talk about it, as far as he knew. So…there was one thing left for him to do. He’d have to find out the answers for himself. And if that meant getting close to breaking the rules, well – that was what adventures were supposed to be about, anyways.
So while he had told Sweetbriar he was going to work on his tracking (not exactly a lie) he headed to the borders that they shared with Ivyclan and began his stakeout. He wasn’t waiting for prey, however; instead, he was waiting for a patrol. He’d already had to hide from one, and was chased off by a hunting pair who thought he was ‘suspicious’, a lone apprentice hanging about as he was. The sun had flown through the sky and his shadows grown long, making him just about ready to head home, when he finally spotted a familiar…form.
“Hey…it’s you!” He yelped, jumping up from the grasses when he spotted the red-hued warrior with his horrible patchy scars. The cat his mother had only introduced him too once.
The cat who was his so-called father.
He had tried talking to his mother about it; Leafeyes had told him to hush when he had asked about their dad in front of others. Other members of the clan, even Sweetbriar, had simply shaken their heads and said that they knew little about his father as Leafeyes hadn’t mentioned anything about the identity of the sire of her kits. So the only cats he would really talk to were his siblings; Rosepaw and Softpaw, honestly, because everyone knew how ‘talkative’ Honeypaw could be.
But even then, it seemed, there was no hope – they didn’t want to talk about it, as far as he knew. So…there was one thing left for him to do. He’d have to find out the answers for himself. And if that meant getting close to breaking the rules, well – that was what adventures were supposed to be about, anyways.
So while he had told Sweetbriar he was going to work on his tracking (not exactly a lie) he headed to the borders that they shared with Ivyclan and began his stakeout. He wasn’t waiting for prey, however; instead, he was waiting for a patrol. He’d already had to hide from one, and was chased off by a hunting pair who thought he was ‘suspicious’, a lone apprentice hanging about as he was. The sun had flown through the sky and his shadows grown long, making him just about ready to head home, when he finally spotted a familiar…form.
“Hey…it’s you!” He yelped, jumping up from the grasses when he spotted the red-hued warrior with his horrible patchy scars. The cat his mother had only introduced him too once.
The cat who was his so-called father.
(Redbird )Mama - taking place before the fire.