- Jan 29, 2024
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feel the rain on your skin
bees don't even have fangs. But this one.. she was carnivorous, her fangs glinting savagely, so unlike the soft bumble of a bee, floating from flower to flower. More like... A hornet, whose stings never stop until you've escaped its grasp. Owlpaws mismatched gaze fell into the warriors one, gaze unmoving as he carried forth a morsel of prey. It was as if death was before his eyes, a pang of fear and uncertainty as he approached. But nothing that shown.
"The queens, elders, and kits have eaten. I've made sure of it," he murmured softly, setting the prey down before the black lead warrior. "So I brought you this."
He had wronged the molly. Had chosen to ignore her in the heat of the moment, had chosen to pettily ignore the molly, and ignore the rank bestowed upon her so that he could focus on the heat. And perhaps, had he listened to her, they'd be in less trouble. Alas, mistakes were made.
"I never properly... Thanked you. For. Saving my life, back when... nightingalestrike drowned." It was probably the scariest thing he had to endure, trying, helplessly to conquer the vicious tides of the river, to fight the image of blood soaking the river. Mismatched gaze finally dropped from the molly, shuffling his paws.
"Thank you. And... I'm sorry." His words were genuine, at the very least, but he felt, awkward. A shift from his brooding behavior to something a bit different.
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Owlpaw
Riverclan Apprentice | Mentored by: Hemlockshine
Gender: amab, he/him
Personality: Little Brother Vibes, Hides pain with humor, Competitive, Loyal, Confused easy, Not the smartest tool in the shed.
Physical: Easy | Mentally: Medium
May start a fight | will not flee | will show mercy
Peaceful power play allowed!
Penned by Deidre