How Does Rosekit Use Literary Devices In Contrast To Asterpaw

Redpaw and Asterpaw were just apprentices when they met, butting heads over certain hunting techniques and rivaling the other over who would be the best warrior in all of Thunderclan. It didn’t take long before the two had put aside their differences and became inseparable, begging their mentors to train together and eating almost every meal possible in each others’ company. Therefore it was no particular surprise to anyone when they made the next jump into mates as warriors, moving seamlessly from rivals to best friends to mates as if they were made for each other. And while Redfur wasn’t entirely sure she wanted kittens so early on into their warriorhood, she wasn’t anything less than proud when she came to expect Asternoses’ kits.

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Taking heart in this proposal, Rosekit harbored her secret desire to become Harewing’s apprentice. Meanwhile, her brother and sister became apprentices and received their mentors much to the pride of Redfur and Asternose, who were more than thrilled at the prospect of their kittens becoming great warriors of Thunderclan.

While her parents never really said it, Rosekit always sensed that they were a little disappointed in her inabilities and the fact that she wasn’t an apprentice yet. It didn’t help that the newly named Robinpaw and Snowpaw never seemed to have time for her, saying that they were always too busy with training to spend time with their sister. Determined now, Rosekit worked up the courage to speak her wish to Harewing and crept into the medicine den to express her desire to become Harewing’s

They had just been playing around of course, and he had dared her to climb a tree, knowing fully well how much she disliked climbing high and balancing on the dizzying branches. He had called her a scaredy-mouse like when they were little and, wanting to prove for once that she could be just as amazing as her brave brother and quick sister, Rosepaw had launched herself at the tree and had started to scramble up into its rough branches. Robinpaw had of course followed after her, fully amused at her look of distress at climbing so high and occasionally muttering half-hearted apologies.

Everything had been fine, and then it wasn’t. Rosepaw remembered it in flashes, here was Robinpaw putting a paw on the branch below her that had creaked when she stepped on it. Then he was halfway up to her branch which creaked and groaned under their combined weight. There was the creaking that told a weak branch was breaking. There was her own paws launching and digging into the trunk as the branch broke below her. There was her brother’s face as he plummeted mid-stride, shock and terror mingling in a face that would haunt her forever. And then he was