WHATelse[can]I .do.to. avenge YOU?

[(aurora) of the problematique]

:: [ Time ^after time ] ::

Mavericksky

:: [ I'm _{going in} blind ] ::

<sub>He couldn't make it to the camp's entrance. Grief had swallowed him up and spat him up, the fake thing that he was. He couldn't believe what he had just done, blown off his family like that. But he couldn't, he couldn't show emotion like that. He couldn't be weak, like his father.

Mavericksky's breaths were heavy and coarse as he hunched over by the entrance of the apprentice's den. The light-ginger tom stared downwards, his green eyes hardening as he slowly lifted his head. Sunlight crinkled upon those irises as he blinked, looking away from the sky. He wondered what his mother would say. Mother. It had always been formal between them. Never 'mommy' or 'mom' or 'momma' and if there had been, it had slipped from his tongue. It had always been 'mother'.

He turned, looking for his younger brother and apprentice. The tom stiffened, washing away his grief and sadness. He refused to let himself choke on failure.

"Maplepaw, clean out the queen's den and then we're going out for a hunting lesson."</sub>

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If the young, frail-looking tom was more bold and assertive Maplepaw might just ask why Mavericksky showed no emotion when his mom died. His sides breathed deeply as he cleared his expression to match his mentors, steely and stiff, afraid if he looked sad or even touched by the passing of his foster mother he would lash out, or be disappointed by his mushy apprentice. He risked letting his deep green eyes look into his older brothers, and blinked softly, nodding silently for a second as he took in was his task was. "Okay, Mavericksky" his voice came out choked and trying, attempting poorly to block out his sadness. The small gray paws he called his own barely made a sound on the ground underfoot as he padded away quickly sharp breaths making him stagger as he blinked slowly to catch his breath, the effort of blocking out his thoughts clearly too much. He shook his head, as if he had to clear his mind, and sprinted toward the Queen's den. In a few trips, he carried out the used moss to it's given spot, and brought back clean moss, carefully bundling it into gentle lumps for the mothers-to-be and the mothers and their kits.

Maplepaw walked out, mind cleared after the work he had done and many thoughts stored into the back of his head, he forced a mutual expression to his half-smile as he padded up to his mentor. "Are we ready?"

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[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{Ooc;// Late post is late. Erm...At this point, Maplepaw's being kidnapped by Quetzal and Zephyr. *points to current thread*}