- Sep 7, 2022
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"SPEECH"
Lately, Burnpaw has not set aside a lot of time for interacting with his den mates. He works hard, waking up at sunrise and only finally resting at sun down. He knows the way some cats look at him. They see his father. It was hard not to, he knows. It's clear that he's the son of Little Wolf and Blazestar, if his large frame did not give it away so clearly then his fluffy pelt and soft, overly-large paws would. The way that if someone gripped him by the scruff he would hang limp, a trait he hopes no one finds out about anytime soon. Just another weakness for his clanmates to poke and prod at.
He settles down in the sun for what would be the first time today he's been able to relax. He pulls his weight doing tasks and training as much as his mentor will allow, but sometimes there truly was just nothing to do. He watches the camp through half-lidded eyes, nearly being lulled to sleep when suddenly a shadow falls across his face.
// @MOUSEPAW !