- Dec 13, 2023
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With a body that flounces in the same way a deer frolics in tall grasses, he is in high-spirits (when isn't he? What is there to be worried about in life?) as he spins around in a dizzying display of an overzealous, care-free soul. His jaw is lax with common jabbering, unawares of how his constant speech is grating on unwilling ears, "And I was like woosh through the air, paw practically gliding across the grass-- you know that sensation right? It's like flying, or the closest you can really get without sprouting wings yourself-- and then, impact! I jumped on its back, took that bird to the ground and like a snake I killed it dead. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was a pipit- like, that's my name. HAHAHAHA"
If he were any louder he'd scare off half the prey in the surrounding area. But his laughter is more boisterous than it is a screeching thing. Snowpaw's placid features suggest his story is boring and he is absolutely flumoxed by it. What wasn't cool about catching your namesake as your first prey? Kids these days... the complexities of fate and their ironies, completely lost on them!
"Watch, watch, bet you didn't know I could already hear that mouse in the distance, don't worry I won't let it get away, young heart! Stand aside, Pipit's got this!" He makes a big show of waving his tail like a blockade in front of the youth before dropping into a crouch. He slithers along the ground at a surprising speed and silence for one so chatty and air-headed in casual life.
Fleeing through the undergrowth, he wastes no time in retrieving the promised prize- bursting through the brush after a small shriek is cut short with well-practiced fangs, he trots with a high-held head back to the pale-furred victim of his current show-boating. "Tada," he sings around the mouse in his mouth, fire-gold eyes squeezed shut.
There would be no denying his skills now!
𖤓 @Snowpaw.
If he were any louder he'd scare off half the prey in the surrounding area. But his laughter is more boisterous than it is a screeching thing. Snowpaw's placid features suggest his story is boring and he is absolutely flumoxed by it. What wasn't cool about catching your namesake as your first prey? Kids these days... the complexities of fate and their ironies, completely lost on them!
"Watch, watch, bet you didn't know I could already hear that mouse in the distance, don't worry I won't let it get away, young heart! Stand aside, Pipit's got this!" He makes a big show of waving his tail like a blockade in front of the youth before dropping into a crouch. He slithers along the ground at a surprising speed and silence for one so chatty and air-headed in casual life.
Fleeing through the undergrowth, he wastes no time in retrieving the promised prize- bursting through the brush after a small shriek is cut short with well-practiced fangs, he trots with a high-held head back to the pale-furred victim of his current show-boating. "Tada," he sings around the mouse in his mouth, fire-gold eyes squeezed shut.
There would be no denying his skills now!
𖤓 @Snowpaw.