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〔✦〕Lionpaw had departed camp that morning with a newfound confidence, a determination to catch a remarkable piece of prey to bring back to the clan. Maybe he would have delivered it to Butterflytuft, or perhaps Doeblaze just to try and see a proud expression on her features. He had been practicing his skills for nearly a moon and had built up the confidence to give it his all... well, maybe too much confidence. Lionpaw's tunnel vision and inattentiveness had landed him on ThunderClan territory, an action he'd soon receive consequences for. A bigger, stronger warrior had given him something to remember him by — a thin, stinging, red scratch across his face. Lionpaw does not yet know what it looks like, but all he knows is that it hurts. It's unlike anything he's ever felt before.
As Crowsight leads Lionpaw back into camp, the young apprentice sniffles lightly to clear the snot from their nose; remnants of their emotional overload from earlier ( yes, they had cried ). There are eyes on him, he could tell. His fur is disheveled and roughed up from the altercation, and the mixed stench of fresh blood and ThunderClan cling wafts from him. Lionpaw cannot bring himself to speak up at the moment; a lump is still present in the boy's throat, blue eyes heavy and weighted from bursting into tears. He stands there looking defeated ( and not to mention empty-pawed ) — he had failed. Not to mention, he broke the Warrior Code. Would Orangestar be angry? What would Bobbie and his siblings say?
Lionpaw ducks their ears, sniffing again and drawing their gaze to the ground. They are ashamed. How... How stupid were they? They should have known better!
As Crowsight leads Lionpaw back into camp, the young apprentice sniffles lightly to clear the snot from their nose; remnants of their emotional overload from earlier ( yes, they had cried ). There are eyes on him, he could tell. His fur is disheveled and roughed up from the altercation, and the mixed stench of fresh blood and ThunderClan cling wafts from him. Lionpaw cannot bring himself to speak up at the moment; a lump is still present in the boy's throat, blue eyes heavy and weighted from bursting into tears. He stands there looking defeated ( and not to mention empty-pawed ) — he had failed. Not to mention, he broke the Warrior Code. Would Orangestar be angry? What would Bobbie and his siblings say?
Lionpaw ducks their ears, sniffing again and drawing their gaze to the ground. They are ashamed. How... How stupid were they? They should have known better!
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ooc. takes place after this thread! retro to the meeting + @CROWSIGHT
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LIONPAW —— apprentice of skyclan , mentored by crowsight ✦ penned by beatles
✦ trans male / he/they pronouns / 7 moons & ages every 9th
✦ single / bisexual & monogamous
✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
—— easy combat difficulty / won't start fights, won't kill
✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
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a longhaired chocolate torbie point with blue eyes. a silky, cream-colored pelt is adorned with chocolate points. his points are splashed with ginger spots. tabby patterns also stripe around their dark limbs and face.
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