- Dec 28, 2023
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*+:。.。 There's an odd thrill that comes with skirting responsibilities. Moons ago, a younger Orchidpaw would've fainted (or would've wanted to, anyway) at the idea that he'd one day go against orders! Starclan save his spirit! A smile bloomed across his muzzle at the thought, blinking open an eye to look down at the forest below as he imagined younger Orchidpaw yapping up from the bottom, demanding that he get down! 'You're embarrassing yourself!' he'd say, 'You're embarrassing the family!' Ouch.
Orchidpaw closes his eyes against the imagery, hand waving away the ghost of his conscious as he rolls onto his other side, comfortable in the bough of a tree far from the training grounds and the tick-pulling. You could argue that he's probably shooting himself in the foot, as surely once he's caught they'll double his duties- but Orchidpaw would laxly retort - who cares? Laying on his back, gazing up at the ever-climbing branches of the tree he's resting in, he admires the view of barren branches clawing at the harsh grey clouds. It's not a particularly lovely day, but if you look at it like it could be your last, why couldn't it be? If this is the last sight you'll ever have of this storm cloud, why not enjoy it? If he has the urge to nap the day away, why shouldn't he? Why spend his life going through the slog of training when there's so much more fun to be had avoiding it? And even if this wasn't fated to be his last day alive, then that just proved his point further - he had plenty more days to focus on training, why did he have to devote every single one of them? To what other people want?
Whether he died tonight or lived forever, he wanted to do so happily, his way.
But of course, cats rarely agreed with him on that.
Tufted ears would perk when he was pulled from his thoughts by a voice shouting at him from the roots of the tree. He rolled his eyes as their words reached him - 'what are you doing here? You should be training! Orangeblossom will be disappointed in you - yadda yadda'. If Orchidpaw wasn't going to listen to his own conscience, did they honestly think he'd listen to them? Not bothering to take the time to know who was shouting at him, ORchidpaw would instead reach up with his powerful tree-climbing legs and kick at the branch above his head, sending a pile of snow down at his critic's head.
"Ah, sorry about that! you startled me awake!" Orchidpaw would yawn, rolling onto his belly with a grin to check the damage.
Orchidpaw closes his eyes against the imagery, hand waving away the ghost of his conscious as he rolls onto his other side, comfortable in the bough of a tree far from the training grounds and the tick-pulling. You could argue that he's probably shooting himself in the foot, as surely once he's caught they'll double his duties- but Orchidpaw would laxly retort - who cares? Laying on his back, gazing up at the ever-climbing branches of the tree he's resting in, he admires the view of barren branches clawing at the harsh grey clouds. It's not a particularly lovely day, but if you look at it like it could be your last, why couldn't it be? If this is the last sight you'll ever have of this storm cloud, why not enjoy it? If he has the urge to nap the day away, why shouldn't he? Why spend his life going through the slog of training when there's so much more fun to be had avoiding it? And even if this wasn't fated to be his last day alive, then that just proved his point further - he had plenty more days to focus on training, why did he have to devote every single one of them? To what other people want?
Whether he died tonight or lived forever, he wanted to do so happily, his way.
But of course, cats rarely agreed with him on that.
Tufted ears would perk when he was pulled from his thoughts by a voice shouting at him from the roots of the tree. He rolled his eyes as their words reached him - 'what are you doing here? You should be training! Orangeblossom will be disappointed in you - yadda yadda'. If Orchidpaw wasn't going to listen to his own conscience, did they honestly think he'd listen to them? Not bothering to take the time to know who was shouting at him, ORchidpaw would instead reach up with his powerful tree-climbing legs and kick at the branch above his head, sending a pile of snow down at his critic's head.
"Ah, sorry about that! you startled me awake!" Orchidpaw would yawn, rolling onto his belly with a grin to check the damage.
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//feel free to be the cat who get's snowed on <3
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GENERAL:
♔ Orchidpaw
♔ DFAB— He/Him — Unsure
♔ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month 28th
♔ Son of Orangeblossom and Ashenclaw
♔ Skyclan — Apprentice
COMBAT:
♔Physically medium | mentally medium
♔ Attack in bold #bf8924
injuries: None currently