HAYWIRE! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SKIPPING LESSONS

[SHEEPPAW]

Snow crunches beneath charcoal - dusted paws, stark against the powdery frost that guides him to his destination. His day has been all busy as such — a dual scheduling of cleaning the elder's den, the nursery and training. Ugh! As much as he wanted to give up and skip cleaning the nursery, Sheeppaw knew one of his friends or... mentor would be hounding after him. Probably sit down beside him and make sure he finished the chore, should he straight up stray away from it altogether. The black smoke would rush to completion, just to leave. It'll be nice though, duh! After he was finished, it was nice enough to shake his mentor off his tail. He had made up his mind to leave camp.

He'll be fiiiine. He won't be so far out, maybe he'll go Rabbit's Run... practice running– or something. What ever moor - runners do. Don't they always run?

The path is set out for him, a walk to the location he personally tasked himself. It's simple enough... He thinks. Sheeppaw was more focused on the Leafbare landscape than on getting to his objective. Her need to rush wanes, when she begins to draw close to the snow and flattened grass that was Rabbit's Run. Dread reaches into her mind, the thought of another boring session of learning makes her ears angle back towards her skull. Does she really want to waste more time at the running tunnel? She was almost a warrior! She could be off on her own, wasting her own time on his own accord! Hm...

Whiskers twitching, she halts at the sight of Rabbit's Run as frigid winds brush along her spine— ruffling her once well - groomed fur. Snow seeps into her pawpads as she stands, head tilting while her gaze flits side to side with a hum rumbling in her throat.

Gravelsnap was busy anyway. Gravelsnap had Thistlepaw now to train more than him. Perhaps it's better for both of them? Yes. The long - longed tom lets his mouth twist as a grin appears on his maw. Teeth flashing in the dull sunlight. Sheeppaw doesn't give anything a second thought before he turns away, sun - dappled form bounding off in the opposite direction to Outlook Rock. His lesson is all be tossed aside for something much better.

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

• ooc. local apprentice skips lessons :3c
• no ref yet </3
• ( WHAT? THE FACE? ) ꕤ ‧₊˚. SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ CLOSETED GENDERFLUID ; HE / SHE
  ✶ CURRENTLY 12 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and pale blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[SOOTSPOT]

The earth trembled like quivering whiskers, so gentle were the pawsteps above that Sootspot may not have heard them unless he'd separated from his own muttering patrol. He hadn't recalled Scorchstar authorising any patrol towards the Outlook Rock (then again, her authorisation hadn't been needed for many things, recently), and curiosity and accusation mixed within his mind to create many-an-interesting scenarios. Slowly, Sootspot followed, waiting to see who, or what lurked above, his charteuse eyes blinking blearily at the sudden influx of light grinning at him. He always had preferred the darkness.

Like a viper in its den, he watched Sheeppaw move past, and, when Gravelsnap's paws did not follow, a picture of insolence was painted in his head. He should just let the black smoke get himself killed, but apathy was an ugly coat to wear during leafbare, and perhaps someone seeing him worry for another would wash away more of the sludge slathered upon him by Sunstar's lies. He poked his head out of his Tunneler's hole, glaring at the back of Sheeppaw's head as if it owed him a hare.

He tilted his head one way, then the other. And on swift paws, he barrelled forwards, aiming to land upon Sheeppaw's back. Annoyance washed over his heart, that an apprentice could be taller than him was... remarkably irritating (perhaps another reason why he kept so many at a distance where their heights weren't as prominent) and to both prove a point to himself and Sheeppaw, Sootspot aimed to kick the backs of the point's hind legs to getthem to buckle.

There was a gravity to his voice, of a parent speaking to its child, something so frequently rehearsed with his own kin it was too easy to offer Sheeppaw the same paternity. "If I were a DuskClanner, you would be dead." If he was successful, he would leap off as quickly as he leapt on, a melancholic look upon his muzzle. His ears swiveled and twitched at the silence - confirmation that Gravelsnap had been alone, and he certainly wasn't running about as if he had an assessment. "It reflects badly upon one's mentor to abandon them, perhaps your own life is unimportant to you, but what would happen to Gravelsnap's if you had died? Do better, or you may find your sister graduates without you."


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