- Jan 3, 2023
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TAGS — Smokepaw squints at the setting sun when he finally surfaces from the tunnels. He ought to be used to the way the light can blind him by now, considering he's been tunneling for nearly five moons- but he's still got almost eight more to go. Not that he minds. He feels at home underground, away from the eyes that pry into him and get under his pelt, capable of ripping him apart. Most of all he likes not being able to see in the inky black- the ability to forget the scars that coat his forepaws, the ones he'd received thanks to Firepaw's stupidity some moons ago. Part of him thinks he shouldn't keep holding onto the vendetta, but a bigger part of him doesn't listen, so he holds onto it anyway.
The apprentice slinks through the heather tunnel, his ebony-striped pelt illuminating him starkly against the pale grasses. The difference is especially apparent now that it's Leafbare and the vegetation has lost its splendor. He can feel the way he stands out (perhaps in more ways than one), but the small tom settles into camp regardless, finding himself a spot that would effectively shield him from the harsh winds the moor loved so dearly. He smells like earth. There's even a few clods of dirt in his fur- but he doesn't notice, or he doesn't care enough to get rid of them. After all, he'll be at this again tomorrow. Maybe someday he'll learn to appreciate his breaks a little more.
The apprentice slinks through the heather tunnel, his ebony-striped pelt illuminating him starkly against the pale grasses. The difference is especially apparent now that it's Leafbare and the vegetation has lost its splendor. He can feel the way he stands out (perhaps in more ways than one), but the small tom settles into camp regardless, finding himself a spot that would effectively shield him from the harsh winds the moor loved so dearly. He smells like earth. There's even a few clods of dirt in his fur- but he doesn't notice, or he doesn't care enough to get rid of them. After all, he'll be at this again tomorrow. Maybe someday he'll learn to appreciate his breaks a little more.