If only BrambleSquirrel talked like this more often...
Mar 26, 2021 15:24:59 GMT -5
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Post by Twilight Sparkle on Mar 26, 2021 15:24:59 GMT -5
I was recently reading Sunset and came across this passage:
"Do you think we ought to warn the other Clans about
these fox traps?” he asked her.
Squirrelflight glanced at him, her green eyes wary. “You’re
thinking of Hawkfrost, aren’t you?”
“No, not just RiverClan,” Brambleclaw meowed, trying
not to let his neck fur bristle. “WindClan probably haven’t
much to worry about, except for that patch of woodland on
the other side of the stream. But there must be traps on
ShadowClan territory; the one we found was right on the
border.”
“Firestar will have to decide whether we tell them or not,”
Squirrelflight pointed out. “He’ll probably announce it at the
next Gathering.”
Brambleclaw halted and faced her. “Squirrelflight, can we
talk this through without clawing at each other? Did you
really think I just wanted to warn RiverClan because of
Hawkfrost?” Hawkfrost—his half brother, Tigerstar’s son,
the cat Squirrelflight refused to trust. If he and Squirrelflight
were to be together now, they had to sort this problem out
once and for all.
“Yes, I did think that.” To his relief Squirrelflight was
direct, but didn’t sound angry. “You know how I feel about
Hawkfrost.”
“But he’s my brother,” Brambleclaw reminded her. “I can’t
ignore that, any more than I can ignore that Tawnypelt’s my
sister, even though she is a ShadowClan warrior.”
He wondered if he was being entirely honest. He had
never walked in dreams with Tawnypelt, as he did with Hawkfrost, following twisting paths to their meetings with
their father, Tigerstar. Tawnypelt had never joined in these
meetings, where he and Hawkfrost were taught to lead their
Clans. He knew he could never tell Squirrelflight, or any
other cat in ThunderClan, about that dark forest and the
dark warrior who waited for him.
But there’s no need, he argued with himself. They’d never understand. There might be things Tigerstar can teach me, but that doesn’t mean I’d do what he did to gain power.
“Tawnypelt’s different,” Squirrelflight persisted. “She
journeyed with us, for one thing. And she’s half ThunderClan.”
Brambleclaw bit back a protest. He wanted to settle the
quarrel, not start it up again. “Think of it like this,” he began.
“If Leafpool had gone to WindClan with Crowfeather, would
you care for her any less?”
“Of course not!” Squirrelflight’s eyes stretched wide. “She
could go off with the whole of WindClan, and she’d still be
my sister.”
“And Hawkfrost is still my brother. Like Tawnypelt’s still
my sister. We’ll always be kin, even though we are in different Clans. You’re lucky that you have your sister in the same
Clan. I’d give anything to have my kin with me.”
Squirrelflight searched his face with a penetrating green
gaze. “Okay,” she mewed. “I guess I can understand that. I
just don’t like to feel that Hawkfrost is as important to you as
your Clanmates.”
“He’s not,” Brambleclaw replied at once. “My first loyalty will always be to my Clan.”
It seems as though Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight were actually talking maturely about the matter without jumping down each other's throats.
"Do you think we ought to warn the other Clans about
these fox traps?” he asked her.
Squirrelflight glanced at him, her green eyes wary. “You’re
thinking of Hawkfrost, aren’t you?”
“No, not just RiverClan,” Brambleclaw meowed, trying
not to let his neck fur bristle. “WindClan probably haven’t
much to worry about, except for that patch of woodland on
the other side of the stream. But there must be traps on
ShadowClan territory; the one we found was right on the
border.”
“Firestar will have to decide whether we tell them or not,”
Squirrelflight pointed out. “He’ll probably announce it at the
next Gathering.”
Brambleclaw halted and faced her. “Squirrelflight, can we
talk this through without clawing at each other? Did you
really think I just wanted to warn RiverClan because of
Hawkfrost?” Hawkfrost—his half brother, Tigerstar’s son,
the cat Squirrelflight refused to trust. If he and Squirrelflight
were to be together now, they had to sort this problem out
once and for all.
“Yes, I did think that.” To his relief Squirrelflight was
direct, but didn’t sound angry. “You know how I feel about
Hawkfrost.”
“But he’s my brother,” Brambleclaw reminded her. “I can’t
ignore that, any more than I can ignore that Tawnypelt’s my
sister, even though she is a ShadowClan warrior.”
He wondered if he was being entirely honest. He had
never walked in dreams with Tawnypelt, as he did with Hawkfrost, following twisting paths to their meetings with
their father, Tigerstar. Tawnypelt had never joined in these
meetings, where he and Hawkfrost were taught to lead their
Clans. He knew he could never tell Squirrelflight, or any
other cat in ThunderClan, about that dark forest and the
dark warrior who waited for him.
But there’s no need, he argued with himself. They’d never understand. There might be things Tigerstar can teach me, but that doesn’t mean I’d do what he did to gain power.
“Tawnypelt’s different,” Squirrelflight persisted. “She
journeyed with us, for one thing. And she’s half ThunderClan.”
Brambleclaw bit back a protest. He wanted to settle the
quarrel, not start it up again. “Think of it like this,” he began.
“If Leafpool had gone to WindClan with Crowfeather, would
you care for her any less?”
“Of course not!” Squirrelflight’s eyes stretched wide. “She
could go off with the whole of WindClan, and she’d still be
my sister.”
“And Hawkfrost is still my brother. Like Tawnypelt’s still
my sister. We’ll always be kin, even though we are in different Clans. You’re lucky that you have your sister in the same
Clan. I’d give anything to have my kin with me.”
Squirrelflight searched his face with a penetrating green
gaze. “Okay,” she mewed. “I guess I can understand that. I
just don’t like to feel that Hawkfrost is as important to you as
your Clanmates.”
“He’s not,” Brambleclaw replied at once. “My first loyalty will always be to my Clan.”
It seems as though Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight were actually talking maturely about the matter without jumping down each other's throats.