what a time to be alive - private ; maddog & raccoonhobble

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    ☾ Batpaw missed her mom. It was just last moon she passed, back when Batpaw was a kit, and the idea still stung. She assumed that her mother being gone was why she had gone quiet. Batpaw was used to talking through her mother; the passed molly always seemed to be able to read Batpaw's mind. When Batpaw asked to be called 'Batkit', her mother had no qualms. As long as her daughter was happy, what did it matter? Now she was gone, and Batpaw had closed herself off once again. She was fine otherwise, though; it was old sad when she thought about it.

    (she thought about her mother often.)

    She atleast had family left. Quiet steps carried her off to the warrior's den, and in a small voice, she called out,

    "Maddog? Raccoonhobble?"

    / MADDOG   =Raccoonhobble=

    Raccoonhobble

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    A small call of his ugly name sent his ears to the roof and his head to follow. A small murmur fell from his mouth as his eyes opened and looked for the caller. A figure stood at the door, his own kin his late sister’s kit. “What’s wrong.” He said as softly as he could but a gruff almost angry tone followed his voice no matter what it seemed.




    (out of character)

    ✦ Maddog did not miss Nightbreeze, as heartless as that may sound. The warrior had never been particularly close with their sister, their personalities too different for them to ever really get along—their chosen life paths were ones that would never cross. Though they did not miss her, that does not mean they did not love her. It was just a difficult situation for them to explain, to be in, one they felt others would see them as the villain for even trying to explain how they felt. Her death was sad but Maddog had no reason to grieve, they hadn't really known her, and it felt insulting to even pretend that they did. If Raccoonhobble had been with close to her then that was his business, Batpaw was his responsibility, but she wasn't Maddog's—not in the way the other warrior had insinuated a few days before.


    Losing a parent was terrible, it was soul crushing, but it was a wound that Maddog knew would heal with time; although she still hurt, she would get over the death of her mother as her uncles had been forced to do so. They felt for her, they did, but they knew there was no need to coddle and check in on the apprentice because it wasn't their problem. If she needed them, she'd ask for them. And, liifting their head now, they knew that was what she wanted, what she sought. Grumbling lowly, the warrior pushed themselves into a seated position as they stared at the figure stationed at the front of the warrior's den. Their blue gaze narrowed, focusing in the darkness of the early morn as Raccoonhobble addressed her. Giving something of an affirmative huff, they waited for the apprentice to answer the other's question.


    ☾ She couldn't help but feel unwanted by her uncles, but they were all she had left from her mother's side of the family, so she latched onto the idea of having memories with them as hard as she could. "I was wondering if you two wanted to do... something. Hunt maybe."


    Raccoonhobble

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    Although he knew he didn’t need to take care of the apprentice, they were kin but hardly, but an ache of sorts tugged at his heart. Stop thinking about only yourself you rat.. he argue the statement he was self centred and jealous and maybe putting someone else in front of himself would be good. “I can hardly hunt in the day, but if you don’t mind me scaring one or two mice away, I would gladly come.” The words almost sounded like they come from a different cat behind Raccoonhobble, they were kind it was a rare emotion on him but it didn’t look bad on him.




    (out of character)