memento vivere [closed for blazefang and dayquill]

Maybe it was apprehension. Salamanderpaw hated that word, what it meant; she was never nervous or apprehensive about anything, ever. She never backed down from a fight, never ran away screaming with her tail between her legs! The moment she was apprenticed to Murkyripple she had decided then and there that she would march down to the elders den and tell Dayquill exactly what has been on her mind since she was just a little kit— but she never did.

At least, not until now. She would come up with dates and times— tomorrow at sunhigh, after her training, after her duties were done, nevermind, the day after tomorrow— but would never follow through with it. She wasn’t scared! Dayquill wasn’t scary in the slightest! But she was afraid of hurting his feelings.

That was the part that killed Salamanderpaw a little inside. She lived by a strict code of saying and doing whatever she wanted without shame or guilt, but guilt was all she could feel when she thought about confronting her father. But she also felt anger. Anger and a chip on her shoulder she’s had for moons now, and when it came to Salamanderpaw one thing she would never, ever hold was her own tongue.

”Pop!” she called out, not even halfway to the elders' den from where she was at the apprentice’s. It was far too long of a walk to walk quietly. ”Ma! Come out of the elders' den! I wanna talk! Come outsideeeeeeee!” Salamanderpaw wasn’t even sure if Blazefang was in the elders den herself, though her mother probably visited him enough for that to be a real possibility.

Salamanderpaw huffed dramatically, stopping her descent on the elder’s den with a stomp of her paw. Her parents never seemed to take her very seriously, and it irritated her to no end. ”No! I will if I have to though! Pop, you gotta go and tell Mottlestar that you’re not gonna be an elder anymore! Either you go up there yourself, or I’ll do it for you!”

The little tortie molly debated turning around and walking away then and there, but there were far too many things left unsaid. She was here to tell her parents everything. ”And tell her Murkyripple won’t be my stupid mentor anymore too! You can’t be a dumb elder— you’ve got stuff to do! You gotta mentor me! And do all that warrior stuff! Why would you want to sit around in the elder’s den and be no help at all!?”