*+:｡.｡ Bonepaw was made for fighting, not stealth. He can't even place the blame on his pale fur - there are a surprising number of shadowclanners with coats cursed with the kiss of frost and yet have traversed the dark swamp with little hindrance. No, it isn't his fur that caught the marsh rabbit's attention, with rather his bulky steps. Although the young man could be compared more easily to a phantom than a cat, quiet and unblinking as he is, his paws tell all the stories his mouth will not. Large and heavy, with claws always a little unsheathed, ready to tear into flesh at the drop of withered petal...catching on every damned root and snapping every rotten leaf in his starclan-forsaken path. Worse yet, Bonepaw lacks the agility to outrun his mistakes, leading to a humiliating race across the marsh where success is as futile as his ability to catch his breath.
All that is to say, Bonepaw watches from the reeds as the marsh rabbit crosses into Thunderclan's land. The rotten thing is so confident Bonepaw will not follow, that it lingers amongst the grasses on the other side of the Thunder-path, catching its own breath. Each wheeze he can hear from across the carrion-reeking stone river makes Bonepaw's blood boil. Claws that long to unsheathe do so easily, scraping harshly against the unnatural material of the Thunderpath as he kneads the surface, a war taking place behind his dull green eyes.
He should just get it.
Run across, catch the vermin while it's trapped in its own arrogance, and ensure his family rests tonight with full bellies. Waht's to stop him, after all? Smogstar is gone and Mirepurr has devolved into a wreck no better than the mice that scurry into their burrows when danger is near. Gaze sweeping left, then right, he notices the lack of Thunderclan cats, and with that his paws itch even more to race across.
The clan is in chaos, one leader dying right after the other, perhaps it's an omen of Shadowclan's imminent decline? Perhaps Snowypaw had it right - perhaps leaving was a good idea. Either way, Bonepaw's sole priority would always be his family, so to hell with the codes...and to hell with that fucking rabbit...
His paw twitches before he sets his weight down upon the Thunderpath...
All that is to say, Bonepaw watches from the reeds as the marsh rabbit crosses into Thunderclan's land. The rotten thing is so confident Bonepaw will not follow, that it lingers amongst the grasses on the other side of the Thunder-path, catching its own breath. Each wheeze he can hear from across the carrion-reeking stone river makes Bonepaw's blood boil. Claws that long to unsheathe do so easily, scraping harshly against the unnatural material of the Thunderpath as he kneads the surface, a war taking place behind his dull green eyes.
He should just get it.
Run across, catch the vermin while it's trapped in its own arrogance, and ensure his family rests tonight with full bellies. Waht's to stop him, after all? Smogstar is gone and Mirepurr has devolved into a wreck no better than the mice that scurry into their burrows when danger is near. Gaze sweeping left, then right, he notices the lack of Thunderclan cats, and with that his paws itch even more to race across.
The clan is in chaos, one leader dying right after the other, perhaps it's an omen of Shadowclan's imminent decline? Perhaps Snowypaw had it right - perhaps leaving was a good idea. Either way, Bonepaw's sole priority would always be his family, so to hell with the codes...and to hell with that fucking rabbit...
His paw twitches before he sets his weight down upon the Thunderpath...
- // tl;dr, Bonepaw debates crossing the border to catch a rabbit - what could go wrong with the clan in chaos?
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GENERAL:
☠ Shadowclan — apprentice
☠ DMAB— He/Him — Unsure
☠ 12 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
☠ Son to Ferndance x Needledrift
☠ Littermates with Bloodpaw, Shadepaw, Splashdance
☠ Half-brother to Gigglepaw, Morelpaw, Branchpaw
☠ Apprenticed to Nightwhisper
COMBAT:
☠Physically easy | mentally hard
☠ Attack in bold #738171
injuries: None currently
