Rusting Sun: A Storm Brewing
"Prra-a, could you come here?" The young apprentice perked up at the croon from Willowpelt. The grey tom glanced over to where his mentor, Lionface, was chatting with Tigerclaw and figured a few moments could be spared.
"What's up, Ma?" Greypaw padded over with a friendly raise of his tail when he noticed Whitestorm nearby, who blinked at him with a warm greeting.
Thick as his fur his head may be, he wasn't that dense. He noticed how frequently his Ma and Whitestorm hung out together. It didn't bother him, it– Well, he didn't really want to think about it, so he didn't.
But now, he may just need to think about it.
"You already know Whitestorm but I want you to meet him as the sire to your future siblings and my mate." Willowpelt purred, it was clear she was nervous but that didn't stop the elation dancing in her eyes when she glanced over to the older warrior.
For a moment, Greypaw could see it, how the two lost themselves in each other's gaze, soft and true. It was sweet, he was happy for his Ma-a.
At least, he should be. He just didn't know why instead of such feelings, all he could feel was something dimming inside him.
"That's great!" He mewed out in support, because he did support them! Whitestorm would be a good mate for Willowpelt and it was a given that his Ma-a will be too.
"Should I start calling you Kapa?" His question stunned the older cats and Greypaw tried not to rear his ears back.
"I suggest we take some time first, to get to know each other, Greypaw." Whitestorm crooned kindly but he wasn't dense. That was a rejection, plain and simple.
"Yeah, okay- That's, that's fair. Maybe later, I have to- Lionface is taking me out hunting." The apprentice stepped back, he was going to be a warrior, it'd be so lame for him to be so upset when this was a good thing for his Mara-a.
"Greypaw! Come on, lad. Bluestar is taking us on patrol!" Lionface boomed across the camp and he was quick to run to his call, everything in his body wanted to just get out of this camp.
He didn't want to think about it. So, he won't.
Greypaw should just be glad his half-siblings will have a Kapra-a in their life. A complete family.
Prra-a: rough translation of child, endearment used by parents | inspired by a mother cat's trills to call kittens
Ma/Ma-a: rough translation of Ma/Mama, casual form of Mara-a (Mother); Based off Mra-ara | Inspired by kittens just going MAAAAA
Ka/Kapa: rough translation of Pa/Papa, casual form of Kapra-a (Father) | Inspired by kittens spitting at their fathers when being first introduced, I find it funny
