- Jan 10, 2024
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✧ The gathering is over, and while Sangriapaw had plenty of fun, she’s super sleepy now. She hasn’t ever been outside this late before—hopefully she won’t have to get up super early in the morning. But now that the fun is over, she’s left wondering whether it was a good idea to go at all. She’s never spent the night away from her home, or away from her mom, before. Tonig by, she knows she’ll sleep in SkyClan tonight amongst the other apprentices, but as she looks up to the full moon, Sangriapaw can think of nothing except her mother. Is Fantastream sitting at home right now, looking out the window at the same nighttime sky? Is the warrior wondering what her kits are doing, whether she and Coffeepaw are okay? The thought makes her sad. Maybe she shouldn’t have gone to the gathering at all.
It isn’t until Sangriapaw steps into the apprentice den that she realizes the greatest problem with sleeping in SkyClan’s camp. She doesn’t have a nest, because… she doesn’t live here. Because you don’t belong here, some tiny voice in the back of her head whispers, and her jaw clenches. She does belong here, just like Fluffypaw and Springpaw and Daisypaw belong here. She’s a SkyClanner just as much as anyone else. There’s nothing to worry about. She can definitely still sleep in here… right? Green eyes shift around the den, and then she turns and makes her way back out into the camp. "So… where do I sleep?" She asks, somewhat self-consciously, to no one in particular.
It isn’t until Sangriapaw steps into the apprentice den that she realizes the greatest problem with sleeping in SkyClan’s camp. She doesn’t have a nest, because… she doesn’t live here. Because you don’t belong here, some tiny voice in the back of her head whispers, and her jaw clenches. She does belong here, just like Fluffypaw and Springpaw and Daisypaw belong here. She’s a SkyClanner just as much as anyone else. There’s nothing to worry about. She can definitely still sleep in here… right? Green eyes shift around the den, and then she turns and makes her way back out into the camp. "So… where do I sleep?" She asks, somewhat self-consciously, to no one in particular.
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⭃ cinnamon torbie with white spotting and vibrant leaf-green eyes. bold, bright, and curious.
⭃ daughter of fantastream & figfeather ; sister to coffeepaw
⭃ mentored by johnnyflame
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
⭃ penned by foxlore