- Jul 21, 2022
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COME VISIT ME ON THE WEST COAST,
BABY I LET GO
BABY I LET GO
For the first time since Briar had announced they were buckling down on things, Ice found himself with a few moments of downtime. He had just returned from a sparring session with his brother and a few others, and the gray and white tom had found a comfortable spot in a patch of sunlight to lounge in while he cleaned his wounds.
Very few of the Shadowclanners trained with their claws sheathed, and it was something that Ice had gotten used to during his short lifetime as one of them. He didn't see the point in training any other way- not when his enemies would be coming at them with everything they had. It was good for a cat to be familiar with the sting of pain- it better prepaired them for the real thing.
Besides, it wasn't like they were out there viciously mauling each other. While Ice was certainly bruised in a few spots and sporting some claw marks, none of them were agonizingly deep, and so he simply licked them clean and left them alone. No need to make a mountain out of a mole hill, right?
Very few of the Shadowclanners trained with their claws sheathed, and it was something that Ice had gotten used to during his short lifetime as one of them. He didn't see the point in training any other way- not when his enemies would be coming at them with everything they had. It was good for a cat to be familiar with the sting of pain- it better prepaired them for the real thing.
Besides, it wasn't like they were out there viciously mauling each other. While Ice was certainly bruised in a few spots and sporting some claw marks, none of them were agonizingly deep, and so he simply licked them clean and left them alone. No need to make a mountain out of a mole hill, right?
tom - 10 months - shadowclan apprentice - homosexual - polyromantic - single