- Mar 3, 2023
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Shinepaw just wanted to be left alone. The boy wanted to sink down into torpor, content to give up and embrace his position as Thunderclan’s resident failure. The warrior-aspirant had placed so much importance on passing his assessment that when it didn’t come to pass, the tomcat was crushed under the pressure he’d put on himself. However, it seemed some of his peers weren’t content to let the ball of flame burn out. In fact, one in particular kept holding a match to his soul.
“What are we doing?” The boy asked glumly, sky-blue eyes rounding on Icepaw. It was a strange quirk of the people-pleaser at this moment; content to act like a corpse, but still utterly unable to turn down a request. The younger apprentice had been pestering Shinepaw repeatedly over the past few days, asking questions and acting as a friend (whether the whelp wanted it or not). Now, he’d dragged the ball of nerves off to the side while the two were on a hunting patrol, energetic as ever. It was exhausting.
Starclan, was this what he was like as a kit?
The duo stood in a small clearing, Shinepaw shuffling his paws nervously. Part of him wanted to leave now, so certain that his own horrible reputation would rub off on Icepaw, making the other guilty by association. For now, though, The warrior-aged apprentice simply kept still.
// @Icepaw!