Teach me to be a hero. (Open)

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Cool air tugged gently at LittleNewt's pelt. His blind eyes closed as his ears pricked, Listening to the sounds around him. Focusing as hard as he could. He was alone in a small clearing, The only ones to listen to him were the animals around and star clan above. Not that he believed directly in Starclan. They weren't his ancestors. No. His ancestors were elsewhere. Actually, There was a reason he had come here. The familiar scent of a humming bird was what he had followed. These were LittleNewts ancestors, Threw out his childhood. He'd only heard stories from the she-cat who was practically his second Mother Lucky speak of them. How Those who died a noble death became humming birds. They were free, Could fly any where. capable of watching there loved ones from high above. They weren't a star, Something LittleNewt could never see. No. Humming birds were something he could smell, Hear, And feel. A star was something cats talked about that he could never understand. A light they called it? Well LittleNewt could not see light. It was something that seemed almost unreal, Had not every other cat claimed to see them.

So anyway, LittleNewt had followed the scent of the humming bird, Not to hunt. But to pray silently. Away from the prying eyes and ears of the clan. "Mother.. Is that you? I miss you.." No responds.. He could feel his heart strings be pulled though and his head dropped, Speaking. "I joined a clan! There all really ni-Er.. Decent. But, I'm safe here and.. Happy, Are you happy flying?" No responds still. But he could still smell the hummingbird and that gave him comfort. His ear flicked gently and he asked. "Is Hazel with you? I miss her too.. One day I'll fly with you too Momma." A smile grew silently on the tom's face. Giving himself a brief nod. Vigor finding its way into his paws. Soon announcing. "I'll earn my way to fly with you Momma. I promise, I'll be a good warrior. I'm already hunting! And I'll learn to fight like the bear I always pretended I was as a child! " He told himself, His fur already puffing out.

The small tom bounced around swiftly, As if to turn on a enemy. Soon saying. "I'll learn to fight Momma. I'll learn to be brave, To be loyal, To be kind, And smart. Like you were. " He was motivated, He was going to learn to fight. He would practice! He would become a valued member of the clan! Then, When he died, Perhaps his sins would be forgiven and the humming birds would welcome him to fly with them. Pressing his body to the ground in practice. He swung a paw out aggressively as if to fight. Now, He had no intent to kill any one. No.. He wouldn't, But he'd protect his clan with all he had. "Momma, The clan will teach me. I'm sure. I'll swallow my pride. I'll admit my flaws and learn to conquer them!" Then with a pounce he lunged forward at the air as if to fight a enemy. His tail lashing while a bit smile growing on his face.

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And LittleNewt's inspirational moment was ruined in a instant by a voice, The small Tabby tom shot to his feet, His back arching in alarm at first to look bigger- not that that really helped much. All the cats easily were taller then him. Thornfang, Of course. had he really not been paying attention for paw steps. Soon enough he began. "I-I was trying to practice. In case I'm ever in a fight." He began, His skin under his fur heating up in embarrassment. He must have seemed like a complete goober to these cats. His ear flickered as another tom came up, This one he had not yet met. But it voice was a little nice.. Soon sheepishly smiling. "Er.. Its just a saying, I used to pretend I was a bear as a child." He murmured. Hoping to keep the situation light.

But that wasn't going to happen. ThornFang's last words cut a cord with LittleNewt. His blind eyes stretched wide and he found a hiss came from him. "Of course not! You should never hurt a humming bird." The oriental tom then stated. They are those who died a noble death, It is cruel and a bad omen to kill one." LittleNewt found himself saying. It just sort of spilled out, But he soon found himself clamping his jaws shut. Thornfang was rather into starclan after all, He probable would find such rather stupid words. His ears heated up once more and he carefully sat down. Brushing out his pelt a little to calm himself down.

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A frown found its way onto LittleNewt's face. He honestly wasn't to happy with Thornfangs words or tone. But he had expected it from the old tom. "A she-cat that was practically my second mom. " Lucky used to always tell him bedtime stories of becoming a humming bird. How he'd be able to see and fly above when he was such a creature. Perhaps a silly belief. But it was Littlenewts. He then muttered gently. "Atleast I believe in something that one can hear and smell is real. Not some silly lights in the sky." Yeah, Probable not good to go there. It basically confirmed his lack of belief in starclan. He then murmured. "I don't need a code to tell me how to have morals and try to be a decent person." Another sharp comment. Though he didn't really intend for it to sound like it did. It honestly seemed so much better in his head!

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