- Dec 10, 2023
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( ☼ ) freedom feels good on a day like this. the sun filters down through newly leafing willow trees, and the smell of damp earth calls invitingly to the newly appointed apprentice. he allows himself to bask in the sunlight as he and foxtail emerge from camp's enclosing walls. he's been outside a few times so far, and every time, a thrill of excitement ripples down his spine. today is no different - as he takes in the river, which is swollen with melted snow, and the sun-warmed patches of grass where warriors and apprentices alike crouch to hunt, there is a glee in his heart. "what're we doing today, foxtail?" he inquires of his mentor as the two of them set off. padding alongside the river, pebblepaw can see tiny minnows darting about in the shallows, can spot a large shell which he's certain one day he'll be able to drag home for his sister. stars, it's lovely being an apprentice.
still awaiting his mentor's response, the boy's gaze turns to his own paws and the tall grasses he longs to bound about in. being an apprentice means being professional, strong, not prone to excitement or random movements. he feels as though he's gotten better at calming his body already. contrary to this statement, only two heartbeats later the boy's fur will fluff with exceeding speed. "wh..." he murmurs, staring down at a piece of greenish-brown wriggling grass. it's trapped under his paw and seems to be waving about wildly. bending closer to inspect it, he finds it doesn't resemble grass very much at all. with a gasp he will pull his paw up, watching the thing slither away at a speed he hadn't thought possible. "what was that?!"
still awaiting his mentor's response, the boy's gaze turns to his own paws and the tall grasses he longs to bound about in. being an apprentice means being professional, strong, not prone to excitement or random movements. he feels as though he's gotten better at calming his body already. contrary to this statement, only two heartbeats later the boy's fur will fluff with exceeding speed. "wh..." he murmurs, staring down at a piece of greenish-brown wriggling grass. it's trapped under his paw and seems to be waving about wildly. bending closer to inspect it, he finds it doesn't resemble grass very much at all. with a gasp he will pull his paw up, watching the thing slither away at a speed he hadn't thought possible. "what was that?!"
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// 'twas a garter snake! mentor tag @FOXTAIL . prompt "hunting on the territory now vibrant and green once more is now much more enjoyable as prey once hibernating away begin to slither and hop about again - snakes are once again on the territory, be careful!" " speak "
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PEBBLEKIT ☼ HE / HIM, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. KINDLING x UNKNOWN, NEPHEW TO SMOKESTAR. 2 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS