Group Training [All ShadowClan cats]
Jan 23, 2014 15:15:48 GMT -8
Jan 23, 2014 15:15:48 GMT -8
The running helped. The horrendous anxiety, the raging, dramatic thoughts of death and danger, they all momentarily faded with the steady strides against the marsh floor. Beetle-ear arrived at the clearing just after Tawnystripe and unhesitatingly lay down, curling his tail around his dusty brown body and laying his chin on his paws. His panting breath grew rhythmic after a few moments, as he focused on inhaling in and out clearly, slowly, and calmly. I've made the right decision, I've made the right-
Beetle-ear’s light blue pools widened in alarm; Tawnystripe had started ripping into a tree with such viciousness it was as if it had spat at her. The fur on his shoulders rose, and his almost cartoonish, widened eyes froze on her figure until she stopped, taking a calming breath. Again, he found himself staring on like a stupid kit and the realization annoyed him. Usually he would have cracked a joke, or thrown a look at a friend. This whole split was really getting to him, wasn't it? He forced back a laugh he wanted so badly to release for fear of standing out, and continued bottling his anxiety. He was gifted at it too, for at the moment he looked rather languid. His eyes were half-lidded and dazed, and face solemnly blank.
Ashstrike's words reached his dark brown ears, which twitched as Beetle-ear moved his head to look at the tom. How is he so calm? I feel like- he went back to his paws, lapping one slowly with his tongue. After a moment, his nerves died down a little. Perhaps it was the black tom’s words and aura, or his own odd series of self-soothing methods, but he began to feel normal once more. He knew the best way to stop his own panic was the stop thinking, and that's exactly what he did as he zoned in on Tawnystripe's words directed at Smallclaw.
Her pertinent question opened a curiosity within him. Beetle-ear shifted position, putting all his weight on on his right paw and going a little on his side to look up at his new leader. "Speaking of which, Smokepaw and Lionpaw no longer have mentors," he commented. Part of him wondered who Smallclaw would bestow as what would essentially be caretakers, another part dreading he might end up being one. He earnestly just wanted to take care of himself, and not die some horrific death outside the reach of StarClan or be held responsible if a tragedy happened against an apprentice under his watch. Then again, an apprentice on this journey would guarantee a strong bond and future friend, as well as mutual guard in the event they were attacked...his tail twitched in in frustration at his own indecisiveness, before agreeing with himself he’d go with whatever Littleclaw's decision was, if he even made one, and adapt without stressing. Hopefully.