FATE —​ CRANE

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    Smokehaze didn't question Cranepaw following them during her night walks. She didn't find any reason to scold or be upset with the apprentice. Although, she did know that the apprentices mentor had passed away. Their former leader. As far as she knew Cranepaw had no mentor, hopefully Lizardstar would give the apprentice a new mentor. If they didn't manage to find one for the apprentice, they may have to remain an apprentice for an extended amount of time. With all that was going on and the upcoming changes, she was a little afraid. Windclan was seeking alliances with DarkClan and the Tribe. It was funny how RiverClan was the closest to their clan, but neither party sought an alliance. She recalled a time when her mother told her the story when WindClan competed against RiverClan for the river. How WindClanners trained to catch fish, but still ended up losing. By a small margin, however the RiverClanners were impressed that they allowed WindClan a small portion of the river.


    To think, that once, long ago, they had caught fish. What a sight that must of have been. If we were able to do it then, we could do it now. If we really wanted to that is. She smiled internally, however to Cranepaw they would be met with a blank face. Where they were going? Nowhere in particular, but the warrior knew she had to look after Cranepaw. That meant she couldn't take risks during this little journey. "Doing fine?"


    Cranemask


    "Sweet but a psycho.


    — Cranepaw

    bio — plotting — main

    A common night for Cranepaw consisted of her sitting up late and worrying over the other members of the clan, whether it was a her distant siblings, her missing parents or her mentor who passed away. For a usually chirpy she-cat, Cranepaw had gone through a lot and late nighters was her way of coping with it all. Although she had been advised to lay in bed and keep her eyes closed, the dilute tortie heard a noise from outside the apprentice's den. Curious paws lead her to investigate and caught a glimpse of the warrior, Smokehaze leaving camp. When not worrying for her clan the apprentice spent her time letting her daydreams carry her into adventurous fantasies she'd never chase in the real world. However, something that night had encouraged her to follow the black she-cat out onto the moors.


    When adressed, Cranepaw's muscles stiffened and she lowered her head shamefully. "Mhmm" she muffled, her gentle green eyes glued to her paws. "I ermm just saw you leave and was worried about you... Are- are you okay?" she mewed nervously, lifting her head up to reveal her concerned expression on her patched face.


    // sorry it took me so long >.<

    Okay? She paused for a moment, glancing at the apprentice. They were genuinely concerned from what could be seen on their face. She didn't want the apprentice to worry for her. However, the question did not leave her. There were many things that happened in the past and so she had much to think about. The secret that she must keep, her interaction with Riverclan, and the dreams that continued to plague her. Nonsensical ones that caused her to wake in terror. Most of the time that is. The dreams were so bizarre she could not make sense of them. The amount of rest she got on a daily basis was scarce. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Her apprentice had gone missing or simply refused to see her. That was okay. She knew. I'm not really much anyways. Looking at Cranepaw she found that she could not lie to them.


    "It depends on what kind of okay you mean," she answered. If Cranepaw was talking about her physical wellbeing she was doing okay. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't great either. If Cranepaw was talking about her mental health it was most certainly not okay. Staring at the apprentice with her ever so present stony visage, it seemed as though the warrior was looking beyond. "I don't think I've ever been okay. I don't know how it feels being okay." With that she turned and continued walking aimlessly.


    "Sweet but a psycho.


    — Cranepaw

    bio — plotting — main

    Cranepaw listened carefully as Smokehaze showed just a scratch on the surface with what was going on. She quickened her pace until she got to the warrior's side. Being quite a lanky cat, Cranepaw was likely at eye level with Smokehaze but the apprentice after slouched or lowered her body and looking up, her apple green eyes would shine with concern. "I think I can understand that," she mewed quietly, "but for clarification I guess what I'm asking is, are you happy? Y'know with the life you're living?" Cranepaw wasn't much for finding the subtle way of asking more intense questions and it suited the minority of cats rather than the masses, however, she knew she had good intentions and as long as she could convey that, they would open up. Keeping in time with Smokehaze, Cranepaw followed closely. The worrying cat was used to being up at night but would never leave the camp and in comparison to the warrior, she was a lot more scared of the dark.


    // sorry im being slow >.< my other characters are going through a lot so im trying to delay this trauma ^.^'