Reden and Dawnmist 1x1 rp

Aspenpaw leaned into his sister as she spoke, watching his two siblings. He looked to his paws and nodded, aware that his idea had just been wishful thinking. He glanced to Morningpaw then to Frostpaw and Duskpaw. “We can help keep the others away. I’m sure that they will try to stop you.” He told them with a nod. “We can meet at the stones to the mainland to say goodbye.” He looked to Morningpaw for her approval before he stepped forward, nuzzling his two siblings. “I’ll go get Redpaw to help.” He slipped out of the den without another word, feeling empty inside. This is the very least he could do for them before they leave. “Redpaw, I need you to go distract Oakpelt and Moonstar. Duskpaw and Frostpaw want to say goodbye to Father before they leave.” He didn’t provide anymore details, hoping that his friend will agree without question. Glanced towards the far end of the camp, just yesterday they were all playing hide and go seek, and now his family will be separated forever. “I’m going to go find Silvermist.” The dark tabby padded off, following his father’s scent.

Frostpaw watched Aspenpaw as he left, then looked back to Morningpaw. “Maybe, it wasn’t the full prophecy.” She told her sister with a thoughtful tone. “I could be that this is how it has to be for everything else to take place.” The she-cat stood, her expression serious. “Do you think you would be able to get us some herbs for travelling?” She asked her sister, not wanting to say goodbye, not yet. She had told Azreal that they would decide for sun high, so there was still time to prepare. The pale cat did feel guilty about asking but she was sure her sister would understand. She wasn’t sure what could happen once they leave the clan territory, so she wanted to be as prepared as possible. “I’m sorry for asking so much from you.”

Eventually, Aspenpaw found his father at the furthest reaches of the camp, the tom looked like a hollowed version of himself, his usual, brilliant blue eyes now dull. “Aspenpaw, I suppose you know.” He said quietly when he noticed his son. The silver tom stood and pressed himself into the dark apprentice, as if he was scared that he would also leave. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t enough to keep you all together.” After several moments, Aspenpaw broke the silence.

“Did you tell Moonstar?” He asked, worried that their leader was already aware of the situation.

“I have to gather myself first.” The tom explained, aware of how he appeared. He was unaware that Azreal had taken the opportunity to convince his kits fully. His hopeful voice made Aspenpaw shudder with guilt, he only now realized how pure and innocent his father truly was.

Aspenpaw pulled away from his father, giving the tom a nudge of affection before he spoke. “I-I think you should come talk to all of us, in the apprentice den.” He closed his eyes for a moment to shield himself from the worried expression painted on his father’s face.

The silver cat stared at his son for a moment, then nodded, his expression unreadable as he spoke. “Okay, let’s go then.” He mewed, allowing his son to lead the way to the rest of his kits, his heart aching a little more with each step. He loved his kits, and that love had grown in such a way that he could read them relatively easily. He knew that there was something wrong, Aspenpaw’s eyes had told Silvermist everything. Despite this, there was still a shred of hope deep in Silvermist’s heart that his kits would not leave his side.

Frostpaw nodded with Duskpaw’s words, giving her sister a warm gaze, she could never forget her family. She hoped one day they will be together again. Maybe StarClan has something planned for them that they have not yet discovered. She closed her eyes for a moment, why else would her brother be so drawn to the idea of leaving the clan that they have always lived in. She shook her head, maybe it was just like how she was, feeling guilty and obligated. She glanced up as Aspenpaw lead their father into the den. “Father, I’m sorry.” She mewed when Duskpaw said nothing.

Silvermist looked at his kits and shook his head, emotions flossing his eyes. “No.” He said sternly, taking a step into the den. “Absolutely not, you two are staying here.”

Aspenpaw was caught off guard by his father’s tone, he rarely ever seen him this angry. The dark cat looked to his siblings then back to Silvermist, unsure on what to say.

Frostpaw also fell silent, she went to open her mouth but she closed it again, unsure on what to say. She looked down to her paws, she felt foolish, why had they expected Silvermist to just go along with this plan? She looked to her brother, wanting to see if he had any idea on what to say.

Silvermist felt guilt when he saw the expressions of his kits, he sat down and signed. “You two are clan cats, even if your mother isn’t. I don’t want her to leave either, but you two...I can’t let you go. I won’t allow it.”

Silvermist watched Duskpaw closely as the kit explained, seeming to not be moved by his words. “That’s not your responsibility. Once you leave the clan, you can’t come back.” Silvermist told his son, quickly looking to Frostpaw as well to make sure she was paying attention to his words. “You lose a warm place to sleep, your friends and family and a safe place to raise your family.” He added, his ears pressing back with each word. He thought back to how skinny and depressed she had seemed. He narrowed his eyes, wondering what was the cause of her wanting to leave the clan, and take his kits with her....was it a punishment for him refusing to be with her? Or was it something else. Silvermist looked back to all of his kits, his perfect, wonderful kits and once again shook his head. “No. You’re not to step a paw out of this den until I’ve talked to Moonstar. I’m not going to allow you to go out and ruin your lives.”

Silvermist turned quickly when he heard his former mate's voice, his ears flat. He had to focus to prevent himself from baring his fangs at her. "What did you say to them?" He asked, using all of his might to keep his tone respectful. Of course she had to show up now of all times. He shifted his body to hide his kits from her gaze, he gave the she-cat a stern look as they spoke. He felt anger flood him, but he refrained from saying anything else for the sake of his kits, he could feel them watch him with nervous gazes.

Frostpaw leaned into Duskpaw as she watched her parents. Azreal had come in at the worst time, her father seemed more aggressive than she had ever seen him. She looked to Morningpaw and nodded her head, indicating for the she-0cat to come over to them. She did not want their last moments together to be them a part. "I'm sorry." She whispered to her sister, though part of it was for her father as well. She couldn't help but think they were making a mistake, but she knew that Duskpaw was sure in what he wanted.

Aspenpaw attempted to stand between his parents, he leaned into his father's silver pelt, hoping to help calm the tom down. He couldn't help but look out to the clearing, nervous that his clanmates would hear the fighting. He glanced back into the den to his siblings, unsure on what to do. He relaxed slightly when he felt his father lean back into him, a deep breath causing the silver cat's shoulders and rise and fall slowly.

"Azreal." Silvermist said calmly, a stern tone still remaining in his voice, his blue eyes focused on the she-cat, "I think it is time for you to leave."

Silvermist attempted to grab his son when he raced past him, but was stopped by Aspenpaw. "Duskpaw, don't go!" He screamed after his son, panic in his voice. The silver tom attempted to shake off Aspenpaw's grasp but paused when he say Frostpaw race forward as well. He stared at the two kits with wide blue eyes.

Frostpaw raced after her brother, caught off guard when he darted. She heard her father's pleads and stopped, looking back at him. She stared at him for a moment. "I promise, I'll bring him back one day." She told him, her voice cracking. This wasn't how it was suppose to happen. They were all suppose to walk together to the stone path and say their farewells there. He could hear Duskpaw's paw steps growing more distant, her heart sinking with each step. "I can't let him go out there by himself. I have to protect him." She told her father. She padded over to him a nuzzled him, she felt his body seem to collapse at her touch, she never knew her father could be so fragile. She gave her siblings a nodded farewell. "We love you all." She stated before racing after Duskpaw, her figure becoming a distant shadow in the blue horizon.

Silvermist leaned against his son in defeat, watching his two children disappear before his eyes. When Aspenpaw's grip lessened on his pelt, he raced forward, calling for his kits. He begged and pleaded for them to stop. "Don't leave, please!" He called, making it to the stones. The tom could see the cats in the distance, their figures dots. He rushed forward to catch up, but mis-stepped, falling into the waters below. He looked around at the blue and white waters around him, two fish darted past him, disappearing into the vast blue in front of him. The tom watched as bubbled rose to the surface, he couldn't die, not now. He used all his strength to push his body up to the surface, taking a deep inhale as he gripped onto the stones as he attempted to pull himself back up. He quickly looked around for Duskpaw and Frostpaw, but their figures were now gone.

Frostpaw didn’t look back as she caught up to her brother, staying close to him as they stepped on to the mainland. She looked to her brother as they walked to see if he was having second thoughts, she was sure he was steadfast in his choice though. She glanced around, this had been the same area that she had hunted in just yesterday with Moonstar. She couldn’t help but wonder if the leader knew of what happened, and if she was sending a patrol after them. Without a word, she looked to her mother, waiting to see if she had a location in mind.

Silvermist sprawled onto the stone once he was able to climb onto its cool surface. His body shivered from the cold water that soaked his pelt. He released a mournful yowl as he cried, finding himself unable to stand, he felt so weak. He almost didn’t notice as Aspenpaw rushed over and began to lick his coat in an attempt to dry him off.

Aspenpaw looked to his sister as he tried to warm up his father, he then looked out to the mainland. Why did Azreal do that? She forced Duskpaw and Frostpaw to make their choice right then. He recalled that Frostpaw had stated that they were to tell her their choice at sun high, they might have still been time to talk them out of it. He wanted to feel enraged, but sadness flooded him instead,. The tom pressed himself into his father and began to join him in his sorrowful cry.

Aspenpaw looked away from Redpaw and towards his sister. “Good morning.” He said with a tired voice, then he used his nose to point towards the camp entrance. “He’s waiting for them on the stone path again, I made sure he ate this morning though.” Aspenpaw told the silver she-cat. He paused for a moment before he spoke again. “Are you okay?” He asked, sitting down as he spoke. He felt like nothing had been right since their siblings left. No more gathering to eat together in the morning, hunting together, sharing tongues before they all retire to the den after a hard day of training. The apprentice den felt empty without his siblings there, now he and Redpaw slept almost on top of each other to make it feel like it was as crowded as it had been just a few days ago.

Frostpaw didn’t look at Duskpaw as he spoke, too busy keeping an eye out for any hidden dangers. “She said she was guarding our nests.” She told the black cat with a fly tons, she too was growing irritated, though unlike Duskpaw, she was quick to say no to their mother when the she-cat would plead and beg for things she could do herself. “Stop hunting for her, she can do it herself.” She told her brother, ignoring the sound of the monster that just ran past the alley as she spoke. She had been terrified of them at first, but now they were just background noise. The alley they were in was too small for the creature to fit inside and the thunderpaths were crossable by underground tunnels. She looked to her brother after a moment. “This isn’t the clan, just hunt for what you need to eat. They don’t hunt, they don’t eat.”

Silvermist didn’t look back as his daughter approached, eyes still on the mainland that sprawled across the horizon. “I’m fine, thank you, my dear.” He told her, sounding almost breathless as his blue eyes searched for any sign of movement. “Are you doing well in your training?” The cat asked, his tone not nearly as bright and cheery as it once was. The cat felt defeated, though he was thankful to have Morningpaw and Aspenpaw with him still. He was determined to not let anymore of his kits go. He still had to try to be the best father that he could, even if he felt like he had failed them. He noted that Redpaw must also feel neglected, he hadn’t mentored the poor apprentice since Duskpaw and Frostpaw had left.

Frostpaw looked at her mother flatly. She now realized why the she-cat has wanted them with her, but she was unsure if her brother knew. It seemed like everytime the two siblings got a chance to chat, Azreal would rush over and interrupt. It was probably to stop them from deciding to return home. “No, we’re clan-born.” She told her mother with an unbothered tone. She met the she-cats gaze as she leaned into her brother. Duskpaw was more sensitive than she was, so she had to make sure that any choices he made weren’t out of guilt from Azreal.

Silvermist gave his daughter and affectionate nudge with his nose before looking back to the mainland, nodding as she spoke. Owlwing has been giving him herbs since the kits left, saying they will make his grieving process easier. He didn’t need to grieve, he just needed his kits back. “I’ll be fine as soon as they come home.” He told his daughter. He had been angry with his two kits at first, they should have told him instead of trying to simply make him say goodbye to Frostpaw and Duskpaw. That anger had since shifted into disappointment in both them and himself. So many things could have been different.


Frostpaw nodded and followed her brother, paying no mind to their mother as she walked. She made sure to walk with confidence but kept a close eye on any shadows or corners that could be hiding dangers. The biggest threat they had experienced so far were other cats, most of them attacked without warning but usually the two former clan cats would subdue them with ease. She remembered the area that had many twoleg half-bridges. It was filled with mice and fish but cats and rats caused them to move on. She shuddered as she remembered the rat, disgusting creatures that would swarm anything that seemed weak. They had been lucky to have avoided them so far. She wished she knew more about herbs, it would have been helpful to keep her and her brother safe. Her pale eyes landed on the dark cat, silently asking where he was planning to go.

Silvermist simply nodded, staying quiet for a long time. “Make sure you don’t neglect your training.” He finally told her, his eyes not shifting as he spoke. He didn’t want his kits to fall behind because of him. They needed to take the time to gain the skills needed to be successful in the future. Eventually, he did glance at her, taking a moment to examine her expression, she looked so much like he did when he was younger, something he had never noticed before. “I want you to be able to live your life happily, I want that for all of you.” He eventually added, wanting to make sure she knew how much he loved her and all of her siblings. Despite his sadness, he would never regret having them in his life.

Frostpaw looked at her brother as he spoke, staying quiet. She thought for a moment before nodding to her brother’s idea, she missed the feeling of dirt and grass under her paws. The pale cat looked ahead of them as she spoke, ready for any trouble that may come their way as they walked. “Well, it’s been several moons.” She told him, wondering if her family had moved on yet. “Also, I don’t think Azreal would let us leave without making it difficult. You’re too nice to her and let her play with your emotions. You need to be more firm on what you want.” She added, she would admit that it was interesting to learn about their roots, and she had learn a lot by observing the other cats that had live here for a long time. She found out that monsters will often indicate which way they want to go, twoleg would give you food if you acted cute, and that the shiny tall stones often contained food, some of it was okay but nothing was better than a fresh mouse. All the prey here tasted off, but could also be poisonous if one was not careful. A mouse acting odd was not prey to be hunted, any cats that did eat one often died a few days later.

Silvermist slowly stood up, his eyes still remaining on the distant tree line. "Okay" he mewed in agreement, resisting the urge to refuse. What is he missed Frostpaw and Duskpaw when they returned? He pushed away the thought, he had one of his kits right in front of him, he couldn't ignore her because of what if's. He began to walk, following her lead, trying to think of what to say. "Briarshine will be having her kits any day now." He stated, looking ahead as he spoke. "Will you be helping with the kitting?" He asked. Normally he was so involved in his kit's lives, but now he struggled to speak with them. He felt guilt, what if he caused his remaining kits to distance themselves because of his actions. He thought back to Duskpaw and Frostpaw, had he been attentive to their needs as well? He thought that he and Duskpaw had a good relationship, but the black tom seemed so determined to go with his mother. He felt his stomach drop, anxiety flowing through his veins.

Frostpaw shook her head when her brother apologized, not offended by his response. He was frustrated and felt guilty, she could tell every time he looked at her. "It's fine." She told him, unbothered by the monster that passed. Duskpaw had always been reactive and passionate. She could remember him pulling pranks when they were kits, and her having to stop him and Aspenpaw from fighting when Aspenpaw would get upset. Azreal would do nothing, maybe telling them to go outside, even when it was cold out so that she could sleep in peace. Frostpaw felt her eyes narrow, she and morningpaw would always have to mother their brothers, all because Azreal had been too lazy to do it. "What made you want to go with her in the first place?" she asked, wanting to know if motive. She suspected it was because he felt obligated, and had been craving Azreal's attention. He had finally gotten it, but at the cost of their clan life. "Make sure you stay quiet, I wouldn't be surprised if she is following us." She added in a whisper, not looking back. Azreal always seemed to try to prevent them from being alone, she suspected it was because Duskpaw would falter to her honeyed words easily if Frostpaw wasn't around. Though she had no way of truly knowing if that was the case.

Silvermist watched, his gaze was dull but attentive, he gave her a weak smile when she laughed. "I'll show you how to hunt one day, it's a good skill to have." He told Morningpaw with a nod, watching the mouse disappear. He shifted, knowing that his daughter had probably hoped for a better reaction. He felt like he was a diluted version of himself, which made him feel the need to run and hide in shame. He thought for a moment before looking to Morningpaw again. "Did you know that Owlwing was originally training to be a warrior? I'm surprised that he never decided to teach you...He probably would be too worried that his skills are rusty." He mewed, tilting his head, he went on to explain further. "He wanted to be a medicine cat since he learned what it was, and would constantly try to follow Dawnflower, our old medicine cat, into her den, even as a kit." The silver tom released a small laugh at the memory. "He would get in trouble all of the time, I would help distract your grandmother so that he could sneak out and "Help the clan". Of course, he wouldn't get half-way across the clearing before he got caught." Silvermist sat down as he thought more about his past, how it was to grow up surrounded by his friends and family, he pondered if Frostpaw and Duskpaw had made any friends yet. "It was just us in the den, Briarshine was already an apprentice, she used to get so mad at us because she would have to follow us around to keep us out of trouble. Anyways, after bugging Dawnflower for moons, she eventually gave up and mentored Owlwing. It was a good thing too, she ended up passing soon after he got his name. I wonder if he had gotten a vision that warned him of that...He wouldn't tell me even if I asked. Silvermist then gave his daughter an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you would go to the elder's den if you wanted to hear some old stories."


Frostpaw gave her brother a concerned look, she hated to see him like this. Carefully, as to not make him jump, she gave his should a nudge. "Don't worry Duskpaw, I'll always be there for you." She told him, wanting to ease his worries. Her ear twitched when he mentioned Silvermist, her thoughts going back to the day they left, his voice calling for them, filled with grief and panic. He seemed so weak and fragile, it made her heart sink to think of it. She shook her head, pausing her steps for a moment to speak. "He knows you don't. I'm sure he's worried, not angry." She told Duskpaw firmly, she knew her father always saw the best in everyone, especially his kits. "We could try to see him at the next gathering. Aspenpaw and Morningpaw may be getting their names soon, it would be nice to congratulate them." She suggested quietly, as to not have prying ears hear her words as she continued to walk. She knew it would be difficult to see them, but cats tended to let their guard down at gatherings, so it would be easy to sneak close enough to watch from a distance. There would be so many scents from all the different cats that even the stench of the twoleg place would be well hidden as long as they rolled in rosemary or lavender before hand. "There is a lavender patch just into the border of Islet clan, on the mainland portion of the territory. We could roll in that before we go. But it would be best to plan this more later. I'd rather focus more on hunting." She told him, it would be a while until the next gathering anyways, so they did not have to be concerned about such things now.

Silvermist gave her another smile, air escaping his nose in a quiet, awkward laugh. He missed her and Aspenpaw as well, but he knew he had to right to complain. They would quietly cling to eachother but there was a growing distance between emotionally, Silvermist was aware of it but unsure on how to prevent the drift. Everyday he felt the urge to stand at the stone path as watch the distant tree line waiting to see his two kits rushing out of the forest and to him. However, after so many moons, there hadn't been a single sign of them. The patrols never found any traces of their scent, and whenever he asked the warriors of Forestclan, they never claimed to have seen them. He pressed against her and nodded. "I will try to keep that in mind, I'll try to remember some to tell you tomorrow." He told her softly. She and Aspenpaw were so big now, they were practically the same size as him. They were growing up before his very eyes but he has been so blinded by grief that he often missed it. "In a few moons, you two will get your names..." He remembered he had been around her age when they started his assessments. He wouldn't be surprised if in a moon or two, their names would be chosen.

Frostpaw took a moment to appreciate the sensation of the cool grass on her paw pads before she spoke. "I'm sure Aspenpaw has been looking for us at every gathering." She responded. Aspenpaw had always been bull-headed and determined, she wouldn't be surprised to find out that he was sneaking away to look for signs of them. Morningpaw wouldn't get that luxury, she probably had to stick close to Owlwing the whole time. She sat down and watched her brother as he played. He looked much skinnier than before, but the moons of running away from threats and climbing twoleg structures showed. She couldn't help but look at herself, noticing how lean she had also gotten. Their pelts no longer had a glossy shine from all of the fish. She started cleaning herself, grimancing at the taste of twoleg scent. She was sure she stunk as bad as fox dug. She wanted nothing more than to swim in the water and free her pelt from the stench, but they were never able to get close without being attacked by other cats. "There's no shelter." She responded between licks. "Also this is close to Forestclan territory."

Silvermist was quiet for a long time, trying to think of what to say. He wanted to tell her that he wished for her to never experience the pain he was feeling but he knew that she was right now. Feeling abandoned and alone because of the actions of your loved ones. "I'm sorry." He told her, pressing closer to her as he spoke. "I know, I need to be stronger for you and your brother. I'll be better. I promise on Starclan, I'll become the father you two deserve." He hoped she would find some degree of comfort in his words, he wondered how he had been so strong in the past. He felt like a hollow husk of what he once was, like every word he spoke was empty. He pulled away to look at her, his chest aching as he saw her tears. "I am so proud of you Morningpaw. You are becoming a wonderful medicine cat. You are smart, caring and you always put others before yourself." He nuzzled her briefly, taking a moment to appreciate the family he did have. He knew he would never stop waiting for Duskpaw and Frostpaw, but he couldn't let Morningpaw and Aspenpaw slip away as well. "I'm so sorry. You were so a happy and bubbly kit and now here I am, making you cry. I'm so sorry."

Frostpaw watched her brother, not joining in but she found his actions entertaining enough. "You're acting like a kit." she told him, teasing him slightly as she spoke. She felt as though she was moons older than him, but she supposed it had always been like that, even when they were kits. She could remember always watching her siblings, keeping them out of danger, yet here she was with Duskpaw. She thought of what she could have done differently, but she knew he would have left regardless, she was glad that she had decided to go with him. He was too trusting, and too easily swayed by Azreal. Her gut instinct at the time had been correct. "If we wanted to go live in the forest, it would have to be the other side of Forestclan territory, further from the island." She told him, glancing at their surrounding, taking a moment to make sure that they weren't yet on the clan's territory. It seemed as though the scent markers were still a while away. "Azreal is probably watching us right now, she would find a way to come. You know that." She added. She knew Duskpaw spoke a lot of abandoning their mother, but he always seemed to forget about it when she was with them. Frostpaw felt it was better to keep the she-cat close to them though, it was better to keep an eye on her than to have her steal prey from under their noses. Azreal was smart, she played her game well. There were a few times in the beginning when she had Frostpaw fooled by sweet words and affection. No wonder she managed to get Silvermist wrapped around her claw.