Should he have known, somewhere, deep down, in loner-born blood forged by exile, that this would happen? That the rogues who’d pushed WindClan out of their territory and onto his own wouldn’t ever be satisfied in their claims? Should he have been prepared for this?
For the way his heart pounds as he jolts awake to shouts outside of the apprentice den he’d outgrown long ago, eyes still sleep-blurred as Roeflame comes into frame with urgent shouts? A command to leave is brought forth by his sister, an escape route laid out. Toadpaw feels the battle pulling him forward, calling for his place in it, but orders are orders - or at least, that’s what he’ll excuse his hesitation as.
Sleep is blinked away as he leaps to his paws, a cerulean gaze darting to Mothpaw, the other tasked in guiding the apprentices’ escape. Quiet, he tries to be, as he heads the group alongside his sister’s apprentice, as he tries to keep their escape hidden from the chaos that invades camp. But it is of no use, his co-lead struck with a shout. Panicked eyes widen, his claws unsheathed as he prepares to fight, but Mothpaw urges him onward. He’ll catch up, he claims, and Toadpaw can only hope so as he takes a breath, turning to face the younger apprentices in tow.
“With me!” he calls to them - paws picking up speed as he follows the back paths out of camp.
For the way his heart pounds as he jolts awake to shouts outside of the apprentice den he’d outgrown long ago, eyes still sleep-blurred as Roeflame comes into frame with urgent shouts? A command to leave is brought forth by his sister, an escape route laid out. Toadpaw feels the battle pulling him forward, calling for his place in it, but orders are orders - or at least, that’s what he’ll excuse his hesitation as.
Sleep is blinked away as he leaps to his paws, a cerulean gaze darting to Mothpaw, the other tasked in guiding the apprentices’ escape. Quiet, he tries to be, as he heads the group alongside his sister’s apprentice, as he tries to keep their escape hidden from the chaos that invades camp. But it is of no use, his co-lead struck with a shout. Panicked eyes widen, his claws unsheathed as he prepares to fight, but Mothpaw urges him onward. He’ll catch up, he claims, and Toadpaw can only hope so as he takes a breath, turning to face the younger apprentices in tow.
“With me!” he calls to them - paws picking up speed as he follows the back paths out of camp.