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-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- "Okay... good" he thinks to cringe inwardly at their own words, sucking in his breath harshly, it whistles between the gaps of his fangs. The ravine is gargantuan between them, it's so intimidating that he thinks to give up on this venture. Though he can't afford to give himself...

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- Sneezekit both worries and placates the apprentice, worrying not in the sense of concern rather than a place of fear. Fearful not necessarily of Sneezekit rather than fearful of what she could be if she wasn't soft. He knows the tension in silence, a trap laying in wait for some...

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- While they don't acknowledge the correct use of their name there's a part of them that flickers in relief that she remembered their name. From his memory she always seemed to be calling everyone by the wrong one, it shouldn't be something that bothers him. She supposes it wouldn't...

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- The forest has him on edge, teeth grind and amber eyes dart from corner to corner of the sweeping oak trees. The gnarled branches twist uncomfortably, not yet given the blessing of new leaves under the season she assumes it's named for. It's just left to be rather jarring, all...

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- The silence is deafening, a loud ringing thing between her ears and yet it makes no sound at all simultaneously. He hates this, hates the uncertainty that lingers in their own sluggish movements. Hates how miserable she feels right now, though truthfully Thrashpaw hasn't ever known...

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- An unimpressed gaze is levelled at Patiencekit, was he doing something wrong? Kits need to eat right? He claims to hold no interest but then that betrays the fact he crossed the threshold of the nursery to begin with. They stand solitary as he keeps his gaze trained on the bird...

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- It's not very surprising that Thrashpaw and Howlpaw find themself wandering out of camp without a mentor between them. It's not a task that the smoke personally does frequently but could anyone really say that it wouldn't be within their characters? Howlpaw's violent tendencies and...

TW: general warning for cruel thoughts regarding the fox kits -ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- Thrashpaw lingers by his mentors side, not wanting to be left behind as she ventured after Roaringsun. He doesn't make small talk, keeping her head down and walking. It's the scent of fox that causes him to recoil, ear...

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- A recently deceased pheasant clings to the fangs of Thrashpaw, an ivory bear trap of teeth still clinging onto the final dredges of warmth from when it was killed. He hasn't plucked it yet, he finds the task tedious, something he does to keep appearances and appease rather than...

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- Something stuck out to the smoke as he lingers around the medicine cat den, Howlpaw was there temporarily. A fact that he was keenly aware of, something Thrashpaw tried to keep track of in his attempts to find it's way within it's littermates good graces. Though there are doubts...

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- For as long as she can she avoids her mentor, it is unavoidable to keep it up all the time. Any time they are together she in tense, it's palpable but he doesn't know how else to be. In ways it mirrors himself as a kit, trying to avoid being close because he just hated having a...

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- Mottledmoon is her name now, Thrashpaw tries to commit it to memory. Some things never change, she finds himself practicing it over and over mentally while hunting today. They were so wrapped up in it that she hadn't noticed the passing squirrel. They pay it no mind, not wanting to...

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- Things are taught between Thrashpaw and their family, through no ones fault but theirs truthfully. It's something they struggle to understand on most days, something that he just can't fully accept. It fluctuates, today he can't linger too close to the edge of camp, worrying about...

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- Howlpaw is a wild fire to him, a snarling animal that never seemed to be in a state of calm. There are similarities in them in that regard but Thrashpaw needs to be pushed, where it seems their littermate just needs an excuse. The scent of blood lingers in the air, it is a calling...

-ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ- He shouldn't be surprised, they know their sibling. She herself has faced it's claws multiple times, there's a shiver that runs through her flesh and ripples her pelt at the thought. Sometimes there is a phantom sting of pain on her cheek, it's easy to know when Howlpaw has struck...