pafp i don't want to come back down from this cloud || theme prompt 4

loampelt

die young or get old trying
Oct 4, 2022
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There had been a time when the very thought of warriorhood caused a snake to crawl up Loampaw's spine. He hadn't wanted to think he would be here for longer than a moon at most, but then without permission time crawled on and Loampaw's kittenish face and awkward body had stretched into something that more closely resembled those warriors around him. Loampaw might add bulk to his sides as he matured, but his upward growth is complete. He considers himself something of an adult now, odd as that is, and now welcomes the thought of warriorhood and the freedoms that come with it.

The sky grays from black, the edges of a rising dawn. Training is complete for the night, and Loampaw finds himself piled among the other apprentices, tired but unwilling to sleep.

"What do you th-thuh-think your name is gonna b-buh-be?" Loampaw's speaking around a yawn, head lazily turned towards Siltpaw, "Maybe we'll get our n-nuh-nnnnn-names at the same tuh-tuh-time."

@Siltcloud.

tags ∘ shadowclan apprentice ∘ solid black with hazel eyes ∘ curled front foot ∘ 10 moons