- Apr 3, 2024
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⊱⊰ The day is perfectly normal. Hopekit is awake early, not sleepy for once, and has found some fun in watching a beetle make its way slowly through the camp. It’s making good time, he thinks, and it’ll probably make it to the opposite side of camp by the time the last border patrol to leave comes back. For the time being, Hopekit is content—but then, his eye catches on a particularly irritating figure. Fallowpaw. It shouldn’t be standing there, right in his line of sight. It’s blocking his view, and putting a worse one in its place: the apprentice’s face is scarred, and its teeth stick out from its mouth in a way they shouldn’t. It isn’t even supposed to be a ThunderClanner, is it? Didn’t it leave, back before Hopekit was born? And then it came back. Maybe Fallowpaw should have stayed gone, because now it’s right in the way.
With a huff of annoyance, the kit stands up. He’s growing taller every day, and now the height difference between himself and the apprentice isn’t an impossibly large gap. He still doesn’t even reach Fallowpaw’s nose, but he marches up to her and sighs, "You’re annoying." His paws shuffle in the dirt below him, irritation making each movement sharp and halting. He could probably beat her in a fight, if she started something—maybe he could ask her to spar against him sometime. He’s been getting better at play-battling with his siblings, so he’s sure he could at least hold his own. But first… "Can you… move?"
With a huff of annoyance, the kit stands up. He’s growing taller every day, and now the height difference between himself and the apprentice isn’t an impossibly large gap. He still doesn’t even reach Fallowpaw’s nose, but he marches up to her and sighs, "You’re annoying." His paws shuffle in the dirt below him, irritation making each movement sharp and halting. He could probably beat her in a fight, if she started something—maybe he could ask her to spar against him sometime. He’s been getting better at play-battling with his siblings, so he’s sure he could at least hold his own. But first… "Can you… move?"
- ooc: pls wait for @FALLOWPAW
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⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac tom with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
⊱ son ofbatwingandleopardtongue; brother to bravepaw, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalkit
⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
⊱ penned by foxlore