✧.* It only took a few moments for him to be surrounded by kits, eyes widening as they all ran up to him. They were all clearly unable to understand the concept of personal space, but Silverpaw supposed he couldn't fault them for not knowing. He was just... really wishing he hadn't decided to stay in camp to wait for his mentor. His tail curled protectively closer to himself. Eyes closing briefly as he took another deep breath, Silverpaw prepared himself for whatever these kits were asking of him. Which apparently happened to be arguing over whose tongue was longer.
"Um," he mumbled, staring at Fright while she attempted to show him how long her tongue was. Then came Brackenkit, denying Frightkit's claims before turning the attention to Silverpaw's own tongue. His expression, usually stoic, twisted into that of nervousness and confusion. Nobody could lick behind their ear, right? Why did they have to bring him into this?! On one paw, he could agree with Frightkit just to keep her happy, but then he'd have to answer to the other kits that were on the other side of the argument. Then a paw was poking at his leg and oh stars Silverpaw was surrounded how could he ever get out of this he didn't know how to talk to kits why StarClan did he have to be the center of attention here please someone save him–
"I– uh– like sitting alone? It– It's nice, and, uh, I'm waiting for my mentor, I guess..." he trailed off, though a small squeak left him when Sheepkit leaned against his leg. Oh, okay. Now he had a kit on him. Okay, that's cool, that's fine. Yeah. He could handle this. But why were they all insistent on seeing his tongue? And suddenly Dustkit is approaching too and according to her he doesn't smell as good as Pinkpaw, whatever that means? He didn't smell bad, did he? He was always sure to keep his pelt groomed as well as possible, surely he didn't smell– what did Pinkpaw even smell like anyway? Silverpaw didn't exactly make it his life mission to smell his Clanmates...
With Beekit's question, he blinked. Where was Dustyfoot? He didn't know. Though after a couple of moons of his former mentor just disappearing for random amounts of time, Silverpaw had just grown used to not knowing where his mentor was. But it was still rather early in the morning, so there was still plenty of time for Dustyfoot to take him out for training. If he would be training today, then his mentor could approach him to do so, and that was that. But with no way to answer Beekit's question, he just kept silent and allowed his gaze to awkward pass between each of the kits. That left the issue of whose tongue was the longest.
The most reasonable course of action would just be to entertain the kits. If he didn't go along with their antics, they probably wouldn't leave him alone, and he reeeeally didn't know if he'd be able to survive that. So, after multiple moments of sitting in embarrassed silence, Silverpaw relents and allows his mouth to fall open. He stuck his tongue out as far as it could go, blinking expectantly at the kits. He personally didn't think his tongue was that long, given his small size, but maybe it'd help the kits with their interesting debate topic.
"Um, howth thith?"
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ooc → it's 6am and i didn't proofread this so if there's any mistakes no there aren't
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Silverpaw. /
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→ WindClan Tunneler apprentice
→ Transgender male (he/him)
→ Eight moons; ages every month
→ Mentored by Dustyfoot.
→ Text. "Speech." Thoughts.
╰┈➤ penned by liobleu