- Jun 10, 2023
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If you asked him how he ended up in this situation he can't tell you how. Silversmoke had dismissed him from training and that meant he was free to do whatever he pleased. Thus, the apprentice had went off to scavenge for some feathers and came out with fruitful results. He put his spoils in his fluffy fur, not caring if the different colored feathers looked bizarre and uncoordinated. What he didn't expect was running into Oddpaw whom he never had a one on one conversation with. Then again, it wasn't like he talked much to his peers in the first place despite the fact that they will all be graduating very soon if everything went to plan. The cats he talked to the most were Silversmoke (for obvious reasons), Fireflypaw, and now he was starting to talk to Owlpaw. He wasn't sure where to place her yet. They only recently started talking. He liked her that was for sure. She had a love for birds and feathers like he did. Although... She was Cherrypaw's sister and he didn't want to throw himself into friendship so easily if Owlpaw would quickly betray him.
One thing is certain. Had Silversmoke been here, he would've chased off Oddpaw for bothering him. His father has been awfully protective of him as of late and it's nice. He won't deny that, but sometimes he felt like the older tom was a repellant for future friends. Considering his mentor always whisked him away from the group of laughing apprentices, wanting him to remain focused on his duties. It pleased him in an odd way. That Silversmoke was making good on his promise to turn him into the strongest warrior Skyclan has ever known, unwilling to let him be unfocused and stray from his goal. It's difficult though. To remain focused when you have someone like Oddpaw trying to make him laugh. At first it is easy to remain indifferent, but with each joke and movement from Oddpaw smiles slip from him. There's just a certain light and charm that the other paw has that Crowpaw can't help but by swept by.
And finally, he breaks. The black tom stops and looks at Oddpaw, with a fond expression before his body trembles. His lips curl and seconds later he is howling in laughter, his head thrown back. Laughing freely, eyes brimming with happy tears. He even snorts once or twice before he can settle down. "You're funny Oddpaw," he replies earnestly.
"I like you! Let's be friends!"
Those words alone leave him dumbfounded. The poor black smoke apprentice could only blink thrice in shock because being told he was liked was rare. Did anyone say they like me before? He blinks again, Oddpaw's radiance is absolutely blinding. I don't remember... He's left speechless as Oddpaw looks at him as if he's something precious. The smile on the other paw's face is too bright. He feels as if there's something squirming inside him, trying not scuttle away from warmth. Yet there's something else in him that is drawn much like a moth to a flame the longer he stares at Oddpaw whose glee never falters from his lack of response. A paw is extended to him.
"Hi paw~ if you wanna be my friend!"
Hazel eyes continue to stare, as Oddpaw waits patiently for his response. It's as if his maw is sewn shut, unable to express his happiness. Oh, he knows. He knows he's lost. Crowpaw doesn't know Oddpaw well, but growing up Crowpaw has always loved cats who were direct. They were less of a headache compared to those who spoke in riddles. Maybe it's due to his nature of taking things literally. In any case, Oddpaw has successful wrapped his claws around him. Winning the black smoke apprentice with his charm and directness. Finally, after a long while he quickly slaps his paw on Oddpaw's own. Friend. I have a friend now. Crowpaw is bashful, his paw remaining on Oddpaw's own. Oddpaw is my friend.
One thing is certain. Had Silversmoke been here, he would've chased off Oddpaw for bothering him. His father has been awfully protective of him as of late and it's nice. He won't deny that, but sometimes he felt like the older tom was a repellant for future friends. Considering his mentor always whisked him away from the group of laughing apprentices, wanting him to remain focused on his duties. It pleased him in an odd way. That Silversmoke was making good on his promise to turn him into the strongest warrior Skyclan has ever known, unwilling to let him be unfocused and stray from his goal. It's difficult though. To remain focused when you have someone like Oddpaw trying to make him laugh. At first it is easy to remain indifferent, but with each joke and movement from Oddpaw smiles slip from him. There's just a certain light and charm that the other paw has that Crowpaw can't help but by swept by.
And finally, he breaks. The black tom stops and looks at Oddpaw, with a fond expression before his body trembles. His lips curl and seconds later he is howling in laughter, his head thrown back. Laughing freely, eyes brimming with happy tears. He even snorts once or twice before he can settle down. "You're funny Oddpaw," he replies earnestly.
"I like you! Let's be friends!"
Those words alone leave him dumbfounded. The poor black smoke apprentice could only blink thrice in shock because being told he was liked was rare. Did anyone say they like me before? He blinks again, Oddpaw's radiance is absolutely blinding. I don't remember... He's left speechless as Oddpaw looks at him as if he's something precious. The smile on the other paw's face is too bright. He feels as if there's something squirming inside him, trying not scuttle away from warmth. Yet there's something else in him that is drawn much like a moth to a flame the longer he stares at Oddpaw whose glee never falters from his lack of response. A paw is extended to him.
"Hi paw~ if you wanna be my friend!"
Hazel eyes continue to stare, as Oddpaw waits patiently for his response. It's as if his maw is sewn shut, unable to express his happiness. Oh, he knows. He knows he's lost. Crowpaw doesn't know Oddpaw well, but growing up Crowpaw has always loved cats who were direct. They were less of a headache compared to those who spoke in riddles. Maybe it's due to his nature of taking things literally. In any case, Oddpaw has successful wrapped his claws around him. Winning the black smoke apprentice with his charm and directness. Finally, after a long while he quickly slaps his paw on Oddpaw's own. Friend. I have a friend now. Crowpaw is bashful, his paw remaining on Oddpaw's own. Oddpaw is my friend.
- @ODDPAW here is the thread I promised between the boys
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— crowpaw / skyclan apprentice / masculine pronouns / 10 moons
— undecided / single / not looking / open to flirting and crushes
— long haired black smoke with hazel eyes with polydactyly
— may powerplay minor harm / can powerplay healing
— biography / @ on discord for plots
— penned by velou
