- Dec 27, 2022
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The snow has been coming down harder, the entire landscape chilled by the wind. They’ve had to work harder than ever just to catch anything of use to the clan, and they have to rest more than usual just to have enough energy for hunting. Today, though, they’ve decided to take advantage of the snow, attempting to form a snow-figure of the clan’s new deputy. They’re about halfway done with it when they spot the real, not-snow Badgermoon, and trot over to pester the tom.
The apprentice gestures to their snow creature with their black-patched paw. "Look at him, Badgermoon. He’s so misshapen." Their shoulders drop a bit in disappointment—they’d thought they were making something cool, but all they’ve got is a blob of snow with a poorly defined shape; one side of the head-shape is lopsided, and it has no tail. "I was trying to make a snow-Badgermoon. Maybe if you help me, I could make it even better." It’s pretty stupid, all things considered, but they’ve finished up all of their duties for the day, and their mentor has granted them a break. Downtime is important, she said, and mentioned something about not burning himself out. Of course, he can already imagine the biting words of Juniperfrost—can see the cold look on his uncle’s face. Something about how Gravelpaw is weak and useless if he isn’t constantly working his little black tail off.
// pls wait for @Badgermoon
The apprentice gestures to their snow creature with their black-patched paw. "Look at him, Badgermoon. He’s so misshapen." Their shoulders drop a bit in disappointment—they’d thought they were making something cool, but all they’ve got is a blob of snow with a poorly defined shape; one side of the head-shape is lopsided, and it has no tail. "I was trying to make a snow-Badgermoon. Maybe if you help me, I could make it even better." It’s pretty stupid, all things considered, but they’ve finished up all of their duties for the day, and their mentor has granted them a break. Downtime is important, she said, and mentioned something about not burning himself out. Of course, he can already imagine the biting words of Juniperfrost—can see the cold look on his uncle’s face. Something about how Gravelpaw is weak and useless if he isn’t constantly working his little black tail off.
// pls wait for @Badgermoon
[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]