u guys know me, i love writing warrior cats with a touch of horror :)
ivykit races up to her one morning out of breath, saying: “mommy, mommy, guess what?”
whitewing laughs at her daughters enthusiasm - dovekit is usually the more chattier of the two, and seeing ivykit so excited is a rare occurrence.
“what?” whitewing purrs, bending down to lick behind her daughters ears.
“i made a new friend!” ivykit chirps, ducking from her mothers grooming.
whitewing pauses for a moment, confused a little about her daughters statement - ivykit knows every cat thunderclan by now, as does her sister. after a moment, she guesses that this is probably just an imaginary friend; she never had one herself, but she remembers ferncloud telling her that spiderleg did when he was young. poor ivykit can be so quiet, a little lonesome - but she seems so happy right now that whitewing doesn’t want to burst her bubble.
instead, she purrs: “oh, really? a new friend?”
“mmhmm,” ivykit nods, looking out of the nursery’s entrance. “i told him i wanted to come and introduce you to him, but he was a little shy.”
whitewing chuckles - definitely an imaginary friend. ivykit is only four moons old, so she supposes she’s not too old to have an active imagination - and she seems so happy at the moment, too.
“well, that’s okay,” whitewing says, smiling at her daughter. “where did you meet him?”
“behind the apprentices den,” ivykit tells her, proudly. “i saw him hiding there and went over to ask who he was, but we started talking and he’s pretty funny.”
whitewing twitches her whisker. “well, that’s good. where are his mom and dad? did you ask him if he’s lost?” she asks, humoring ivykit.
ivykit shakes her head. “mama, he’s like, the same age as you! i don’t think he lives with his parents!”
whitewing feels a trickle of discomfort down her spine - she doesn’t know why that detail bothers her, but something about this….friend begins to unsettle her. maybe ivykit is a little too old for imaginary friends, or maybe it’s for a reason that whitewing can’t place yet.
“oh, well,” she starts, not wanting to discourage ivykit when she seems so excited. “an adult, huh? what did…well, what did he look like? what’s his name?”
ivykit frowns. “he didn’t say his name,” she mumbles. “but he talked a little funny. i think it’s because of the stick he had poking out of his throat.”
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Sandstorm I can’t give you an apprentice bc I need to give an apprentice to Darkstripe, a cat I don’t trust, to prove that I trust him. Sandstorm I can’t give you an apprentice bc I need to keep an eye on this very suspicious looking baby. Spottedle- Sandstorm, sorry- I can’t give you an apprentice bc it’s too hot outside today. Tigerstar! Shadowclan! Sandstorm I can’t give you an apprentice, I can’t possibly, because I forgot <3 Sandstorm I can’t give you an apprentice bc the entire point of your character is to be surface-level strong and cool to try and get ahead of legitimate allegations of sexism but also never, ever as strong or cool as me or in any position of power bc that would be emasculating, duh. Sandstorm you can’t be deputy, you haven’t had an apprentice!
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Something that makes reading TOA so devastating is how fucking much Apollo feels about Everything. There’s so MUCH. Like I don’t even know how to describe it to you if you haven’t read the books yourself. He has so many complicated thoughts and emotions about just about everything and he cares about everything so much and there is just SO MUCH going on in his head. And yet none of it ever reaches his mouth!!
He almost never says what he’s feeling. What little comes out of his mouth about his thoughts barely even scratches the surface of what he actually means. Like he’ll be having a long ass monologue about how incredible someone is, showing a deep understanding of them as a person and empathizing with them so hard you’d almost think it’s projection but it’s not he’s legitimately just mind melding with this random person he met like a week ago and he’s thinking the softest, kindest thoughts about them like he knows they’re fucking incredible - and what comes out of his mouth is just like, “you’re a wonderful friend :)” AND ITS LIKE. THERES SO MUCH MORE UNDER THE SURFACE. the sheer admiration and adoration he has for everyone around him……… UGHHH!!! But he never VOICES ANY OF IT!!!!!! He never tells anyone about what Zeus did to him……. He never tells anyone except the reader about his realization that Zeus is abusive…. He never even tells commodus about how much he adored him, not then and not now… he refuses to tell anyone when he’s in pain or tries to justify the things he does when he actually had Decent Reasons for why he did something… I’m. I’M. AUGH. AHHHHH
HE DOESN’T EVEN TELL US ALL OF HIS THOUGHTS IS THE THING. THERES EVEN MORE THAT HE IS NOT TELLING US!!!!! THE FUCKING OCEAN OF FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS HE HAS ABOUT EVERYTHING IS THE CLIFF NOTES VERSION. I AM IN DISTRESS.
And YET…. Even what slips out of his mouth is so fucking devastating it is SO devastating. He’s so fucking kind and gentle with Harley and Meg and and other younger Demis and his kids… he’ll act like an obstinate idiot and then turn around say something that drags the core of the person he’s talking to into the light like nail on the fucking HEAD like he reached into their soul and gave them the words to express something that they were struggling to say aloud or that they didn’t even realize about themself. Around the 2nd book he starts putting voice to some of his feelings and thoughts about others and even that tiny fucking sliver is overwhelming to the people he’s talking to bc he’s SO. AUGHHHH
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