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[Warblerpaw.]

UH OH, UH OH, UH OH,
YOU MADE A MISTAKE ​

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warblerpaw & 07 moons & demi-boy & he/they & riverclan apprentice ​

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Paws tread carefully along the path as Warblerpaw wanders, two-toned eyes carefully scanning the frost-bitten ground. He'd hoped that getting away - from camp, from the river, from his mentor, from momma' - would help to settle his fragile thoughts. Breath paints clouds in the air with each exhale, and the faint sound of chirping birds is the only thing that breaks the silence - patrol mates pawsteps now a muffled background noise as the distance only widens between them. The thought of facing his first battle is terrifying - claws rakin against the earth in his anxiety. Is he ready? Will he even survive? Is sunningrocks even worth it? Eyes shut tight with another heaving breath, and then he continus on - leaving torn scraps of earth behind with a shake of his head. He'll have to look elsewhere - it doesn't seem like he'll be finding any bedding here.

— uh oh, you better run away now

• Actions && " Speech, " && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: rolled a 4 no materials, meant to take place before usnningrocks for injury purposes
  tw/cw: —
  
• ♩​♬♪♫​ — Warblerpaw suffers from multiple speech impediments, including selective mutism. He is more often then not non-verbal, and will react in visual ways such as body language or gestures to compensate for this. Situations which induce anxiety are more likely to cause a shut-down for him, and even when verbal he deals with a stutter and aphasia. ​