“I'm growing up, up, up” The scent of herbs tickled his nose, but Heir was getting used to it. She had to at this point as the medicine apprentice. An apprentice /again/. A ‘paw who’d been a warrior once before, but the shock and ability to brag about it to younger cats had worn off as he broke into the capabilities and constraints of her new role. A medicine cat in training to heal the clan. “Against my will, will” And Heri loved every part of it. Sure, it wasn’t for everyone, guaranteeing more time in camp and less time alone, but it also made it so Heir was helping. Under Beet-rootburrow’s instruction, the moongazer was no longer a passive force in the clan, taking out his energy with distance. She could redirect all of the energy that used to be spent on solo patrols and thinking about things that’d never happened before and never would if the tabby didn’t make it. Now the energy was spent as his gaze of sunset gold watched over kits and queens, and his calloused pawpads brushed against the herbs of the stores. “Will you finally resurrect” Since most everyone close to Heir – Geodecrackle and Blue, Sea-snakeshiver, Esperanza, Legacyshanty, Vee and Opelle – had either run or disappeared, the family-oriented instincts had nowhere to go for a bit – manifesting in the hazel-and-silver longhair often being overbearing. But now being overbearing was his /job/ and she didn’t feel guilty for the parental instincts. Her clan was aer family after all. Where she grew up, even though for a while the feline tried to deny it. But he was still figuring things out, as all young cats did, and even some older cats, honestly. “The time I've killed?” As a younger cat, Heir was so determined and stubborn. Determined to make things work, and not let problems arise. But now that she knows that not everything works on the first try, oftentimes the opposite, ae can honestly say that aer much happier. The world isn’t perfect. Cats die and get lost and get hurt, but they’re also born and change and make friends and fall in love, and isn’t that beautiful? While Heir can struggle to be optimistic in the moment, every moment passes and she resolves to see the bigger picture. “Will you finally resurrect” With the chilly air tickling his nose, Heri slipped out of camp, thinking about all of this and all of everything and all the not yets and soons and in the pasts and for a whiles – Heritagepaw refuses to let the passage of time best her. Things are to come and go and be loved and missed and that’s how it’ll be. The time he killed won’t resurrect and there are some things she can’t change. But still, Heir will try her best to do what ae can, because doing what she can is all she can do. “The time I've killed, killed, killed?” Feeling the freezing sands on his paws, Heir feels like everything is soon to change. But even if the tabby isn’t at the front of the gust, and he might not even be right about the fact that change will arrive soon, ae knows it’s inevitable. And aer calm about it, looking upon the oasis waiting for anything to come her way. He is sitting on the hands of a clock somewhere, not leaping off when they tick in turn. “Some signs of a world still” Heir thought he’d stagnate at this age. A changemaker with no change left to make. Just walking and hunting and thinking – but no. Soon enough, she’d earn his full medicine cat name. Be a real part of the Clan – a timekeeper doing something special, staring at the stars as well as the moon, helping aer clan and aer family and spending the time she had with the ones he cared about, letting them know that he cared. Because she did, and ae wouldn’t stop caring until or even after the day that he died. “Turning, turning, turning”
author's note: I haven't posted an srp in months I hope the writing is good anyways heritagepaw hope arc!!!! aer getting older and I feel like I need to write something for her for those who don't know, he became the mca recently :D art + writing by me, lyrics from sparkbird by sparkbird
