- Mar 15, 2024
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☾ ⋆*・゚ Puffy white clouds rolled along, carrying hope for rain. The apprentice was finally free from his responsibility to go off and enjoy the day. So Quietpaw hovered around till he found a good spot at the edge of camp away from others to simply lay back and watch the sky.
"Perhaps a mouse,,, no a rabbit." He rambled on in a daze about the clouds and what shape they took. "Now that one looks,,, just like a dove," he squinted, his eyes tilting his head. "Oh, that's actually a dove,"
The lure of sleep clings to his eyes, and yet he forces them open once more, even though his limbs have already succumbed to slumber. It's not often that his mind is quite allowing the black tom to take a moment to relax without worrying about the mundane. Greenleaf was in full blast. The sun's rays heated up his fur boarding, setting him ablaze and a cozy, warm embrace. Though he did cool the spots in his coat that were getting too hot but he still refused to move into the shade. The grass in camp was no longer crunchy and filled with soot but soft little plush clusters clear of debri. Quietpaw welcomed the return of soft grass, even if it was not back to full glory yet. Perhaps a day of indulgences wouldn't hurt, and his head began to nod off.
"Perhaps a mouse,,, no a rabbit." He rambled on in a daze about the clouds and what shape they took. "Now that one looks,,, just like a dove," he squinted, his eyes tilting his head. "Oh, that's actually a dove,"
The lure of sleep clings to his eyes, and yet he forces them open once more, even though his limbs have already succumbed to slumber. It's not often that his mind is quite allowing the black tom to take a moment to relax without worrying about the mundane. Greenleaf was in full blast. The sun's rays heated up his fur boarding, setting him ablaze and a cozy, warm embrace. Though he did cool the spots in his coat that were getting too hot but he still refused to move into the shade. The grass in camp was no longer crunchy and filled with soot but soft little plush clusters clear of debri. Quietpaw welcomed the return of soft grass, even if it was not back to full glory yet. Perhaps a day of indulgences wouldn't hurt, and his head began to nod off.
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Quietpaw — ・ he/him ・ 11 moons ・ moor runner apprentice ・Windclan ・ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!
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