Tunnel Vision [Closed]

Rabbitpaw was never the loud type, preferring to mostly keep to himself. He found himself awkward, gangly, and a touch too big compared to most apprentices in WindClan. He'd never gotten his apprentice ceremony whilst the flood had swept through the territories, and now he found himself feeling ancient. He looked at the kits that became apprentices, full of joy and untouched by the horrors of the waters, the agony of travel without food, and felt queer. He didn't resent them, he was happy they were happy, untouched, but he longer for the peace they seemed to carry so easily.

He was named after his brother, Rabbitfrost, an honour, but now it felt like a burden. He had to be as good, as brave, as loyal. All he felt was the weight of legacy after legacy, of a father that was a medicine cat, a mother that was a leader, a brother that a warrior. The only reprieve he got was burying himself in his duties, he didn't dare speak to anyone about his troubles. He didn't want to admit that he felt like he was shackled by the spirits of cats he barely remembered. They were heroes, cats that gave their all for the clan. Who was he to complain?

Shaking off the darkness that clouded his head, stepped out of the apprentice den. At the edge of camp, he waited for his fellow apprentices to arrive for the hunt, hoping it would chase away this melancholy.

Puddlepaw stretched each leg gingerly, wincing as her joints ached in protest. Back in Skyclan, Sedgestrike would pick her up by her scruff and drag her out of her nest if she wasn't awake before sunrise. She didn't know if she preferred his training method or Greybriar's innovative system of no training whatsoever.

She dragged her paws on the way to the fresh-kill pile, mumbling a respectful "good morning" to passing warriors. She wondered blearily how Sedgestrike was faring these days. If she didn't know her clanmates better, she'd say that he would've been exiled by now- as if Tinystar would give up one of his best warriors. Yawning, the young she-cat grabbed a piece at random and settled down nearby to eat it, rolling her scarred shoulders in an effort to shake feeling back into her limbs.

She sprang to her paws as a warrior passed, noting that he was moons younger than she with a sigh. "Could you take my spot on the morning patrol?" He mewed apologetically, his black-ringed tail twitching. "It's just that already told Aspenpaw I'd help him in the medicine den, and this is the fourth day in a row that Raventail's assigned me to this patrol..."
Puddlepaw nodded defeatedly, letting his excuses fall flat. "Whatever," She mewed, waiting for him to scamper off towards the warrior's den before padding towards the camp entrance.
"This is the morning patrol, right?" She approached a fluffy white tom- Rabbitpaw, or something. Starclan, she should really make an effort to get to know her clanmates better. "Uh, I'm taking... his place, just so you know," She meowed, gesturing vaguely towards the ring-tailed warrior.