- Sep 9, 2022
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DONT EVER WANT TO SEE THINGS CHANGE
periwinklepaw | 06 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
periwinklepaw | 06 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
He's seen the way Nettlepaw had looked when he'd left the medicine den, seen the way he'd recoiled upon the realization of the extent of the damage - of his injuries, of his scars. He'd seen how the tom had tried to hide his upset - and failed, at least in peri's eyes. He'd liked the older boy - a family unnamed warmth curling in his belly every time they'd interacted. And while he'd not thought much of his new appearance, had not found issue with it, he certainly wanted to cheer the other boy up. It had taken him a while to think of something, the snow making it even harder to actually bring back his gift, but it was finally done.
Pawsteps soft and uncertain, he slips over on near silent paws. His offerings placed gently upon the ground, quiet voice calls out to catch the other boys attention, head tipping gently to the side in hesitance. "n-n-nettlepaw? i b-brou-ght you s-somethi-ng-g," he says quietly, softly, as though scared to disturb the fragile silence. One ink-dipped paw shuffles the bundle forwards so the other can inspect it closer - it's two things really, oddly mismashed when side by side. A small sparrow, with more meat on it's bones than most despite the cold, and a smooth blue-grey stone that lays flat and round against the ground, shimmering flecks glinting upon it's surface. It reminds him of starlight on the snow, and he hopes the other apprentice might like it to.
// @nettlepaw.
Pawsteps soft and uncertain, he slips over on near silent paws. His offerings placed gently upon the ground, quiet voice calls out to catch the other boys attention, head tipping gently to the side in hesitance. "n-n-nettlepaw? i b-brou-ght you s-somethi-ng-g," he says quietly, softly, as though scared to disturb the fragile silence. One ink-dipped paw shuffles the bundle forwards so the other can inspect it closer - it's two things really, oddly mismashed when side by side. A small sparrow, with more meat on it's bones than most despite the cold, and a smooth blue-grey stone that lays flat and round against the ground, shimmering flecks glinting upon it's surface. It reminds him of starlight on the snow, and he hopes the other apprentice might like it to.
// @nettlepaw.