Ravenstar x Thymepaw x Heathertail

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OoC// The time has come for the crackshipping to begin. You know you want it. But are you ready for the lunacy that is the RavenxThymexHeather crack RP?

IC// Ravenstar sat by himself on outlook rock, pondering the recent events of the Clans. With four of Rivermist's kits going to ShadowClan and half of his own Clan either mentally or physically disabled, it looked like he was going to have to get a tighter reign on his Clan if he wanted them to succeed. WindClan was not going to be as weak and pitiful as their forest-dwelling neighbours. They were strong. And they were many. Or at least that used to be the case. But he promised that it would be once again.

Gazing out over the rolling moorland, the black tom's thoughts drifted to one cat in particular. It was Thymepaw, the oldest apprentice in the Clan, and he more than any other cat worried the small tom. Well old enough to be a warrior, even with his disabling clumsiness, it wouldn't be long before the WindClan leader was forced to give him his warrior name. But it was embarrassing to have to bring such an incompetent warrior to gatherings, and what was more...

Ravenstar didn't want him to become a warrior.

He didn't want him to be independent.

He didn't want him to find a mate, and one day populate WindClan's nursery with her kits.

Because Thymepaw was his. He didn't want any other cat looking at him like he was special. He didn't want any other cat to touch him, as Ravenstar longed to touch him. Thymepaw was the cat who haunted his dreams and made him doubt his own self-control. How could he trust himself to lead WindClan if he couldn't even control his own emotions?

But he couldn't deny the feelings that came over him when he saw the bumbling apprentice, so innocent and awkward. How could he let him become a full-fledged warrior, expected to meet other warriors in battle and assume the duties that any other cat would? He would be no match for enemy warriors. He would be easy prey for other cats' trickery. Ravenstar wanted to keep Thymepaw with him always, his alone, so no other cat could harm him. But how could he ever do that?

He was Ravenstar, and he had a Clan to lead.

[Sydney]

Today had been a good day.

Yes, if Thymepaw had to rate days, he would definitely put this day on the "top five" list. He had gotten up early and actually managed to get a hit on his mentor, Tigertail, while sparring. Well, kinda. Tigertail basically had let him have the hit but, still... It counted! Anyway, and after sparring Tigertail had just let him loose to do whatever he pleased for the rest of the day.

This was a very good thing in Thymepaw's book, because he had spent the last half of the day stalking down bugs and birds and other things. He had only stumbled into one thorn patch today and had so far avoided most of the other apprentices so, yes, today was a very good day.

A very, very good day.

Lowering himself down onto his stomach, the lanky brown and white tabby centered his eyes on an odd red beetle that was flickering back and forth in the grassy moors. If the apprentice would stop to think he would remember that he was approaching outlook rock, but, at the moment, all his mind was focused on was the odd bug. He had never seen a red beetle before, well, he had never seen a red beetle this close before. It was rather strange, really. It looked kinda like a black beetle but, was tinier and red, not to mention it was covered in spots!

Really strange, really.

Pricking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth the older apprentice pulled his body lower to the ground, his backside sticking up without him realizing it. His tail swished behind him and, with a triumphant grin, Thymepaw pushed himself back on his legs, springing up like a rabbit as he pounced. "Ha!", Unfortunately, his victory was short lived, for the strange beetle flew off before Thymepaw could catch him and the lanky apprentice was left tumbling down the hill behind outlook rock.

"Nneh!", digging his claws into the soft dirt, the apprentice relentlessly tried to stop his fall. This was all in vain however, for the lanky apprentice merely continued to tumble down, his head lopping over his back feet as he did so.

He eventually managed to come to a stop however, his awkwardly shaped body flying into the back of the cat Thymepaw had failed to notice perched atop outlook rock. Shaking his head, the apprentice glanced upward, his ears pulling back against his head as he noticed who it was.

"Oh, hey Ravenstar!" Grinning sheepishly, the large tom tried to get to his paws, failing rather miserably as he did so.

Face burning with heat, Thymepaw peered around the older tom's back and stared up at his face.

"Sorry for falling into ya but, I was trying to catch a bug!"

Not just any bug but, a red beetle.

Red!