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❪ TAGS ❫ — This was preposterous! Utterly absurd! Who did Wolfsong think he was, giving him tick duty? Was Snakepaw not allowed to have an opinion of his own? If words were enough to hurt other cats, then they didn't belong in WindClan.
Now, he was an embarrassment to his parents. His father would hardly even acknowledge him after hearing the news of a punishment, only side-eyed glances toward him filled with disappointment and dissatisfaction. And here Snakepaw had been doing so well, participating in the raid and accompanying Sootstar on a patrol to ThunderClan. This would definitely set his reputation back, so Snakepaw only had Wolfsong to blame. Yes, only Wolfsong and no one else. He didn't do anything wrong! It wasn't as if he had physically hurt Sunflowerpaw. It was alright for Firefang to literally smack a clanmate but it wasn't okay for him to express his own opinions?
Harvesting the mouse bile nearly made Snakepaw gag. Such a pristine and well-groomed tom, who always made fun of the tunnelers for having dirt caked onto their pelts, couldn't stand getting the icky stuff on his paws. Reluctantly, the apprentice carries it over into the elder's den and takes a seat by one of the ancient ones. "Wouldja' hurry up, kid? My neck is gettin' sore from liftin' it." The crabby elder complained, to which Snakepaw nearly blew a fuse. "Maybe if you held still—" His tongue nearly cracked like a whip, aiming to strike upon the tick-ridden cat's ears, but he held it instead. Wolfsong was probably nearby, hoping that Snakepaw would give him an excuse to extend his punishment.
Of course the outsider would be so sympathetic toward Sunflowerpaw. Who does he think he is, giving me tick duty? He's not my mentor. But he was a lead warrior, meaning that Badgermoon would trust his word over Snakepaw's. Badgermoon was not the prejudiced type, either, especially considering that he himself had brought in an orphaned kit recently.
Begrudgingly, he presses the bile-soaked moss onto the elder's neck.
// @DAZZLEPAW & takes place after this thread
Now, he was an embarrassment to his parents. His father would hardly even acknowledge him after hearing the news of a punishment, only side-eyed glances toward him filled with disappointment and dissatisfaction. And here Snakepaw had been doing so well, participating in the raid and accompanying Sootstar on a patrol to ThunderClan. This would definitely set his reputation back, so Snakepaw only had Wolfsong to blame. Yes, only Wolfsong and no one else. He didn't do anything wrong! It wasn't as if he had physically hurt Sunflowerpaw. It was alright for Firefang to literally smack a clanmate but it wasn't okay for him to express his own opinions?
Harvesting the mouse bile nearly made Snakepaw gag. Such a pristine and well-groomed tom, who always made fun of the tunnelers for having dirt caked onto their pelts, couldn't stand getting the icky stuff on his paws. Reluctantly, the apprentice carries it over into the elder's den and takes a seat by one of the ancient ones. "Wouldja' hurry up, kid? My neck is gettin' sore from liftin' it." The crabby elder complained, to which Snakepaw nearly blew a fuse. "Maybe if you held still—" His tongue nearly cracked like a whip, aiming to strike upon the tick-ridden cat's ears, but he held it instead. Wolfsong was probably nearby, hoping that Snakepaw would give him an excuse to extend his punishment.
Of course the outsider would be so sympathetic toward Sunflowerpaw. Who does he think he is, giving me tick duty? He's not my mentor. But he was a lead warrior, meaning that Badgermoon would trust his word over Snakepaw's. Badgermoon was not the prejudiced type, either, especially considering that he himself had brought in an orphaned kit recently.
Begrudgingly, he presses the bile-soaked moss onto the elder's neck.
// @DAZZLEPAW & takes place after this thread