- Feb 26, 2024
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He finds himself shuffling at Howlingstar's call for a meeting. He had been hiding away from other's eyes, quietly trying to eat even with an exposed tooth. It was hard to chew. He dismissed the thoughts on his trouble eating somethings so... simple. Hunched over, head down an ear flicks as he heard the demanding words escape his leader's mouth. Explain? What was happening?
Oh. Nose scrunching up is disgust at the words spat out from Ravenstrike. The full of self. His limp tail twitched, as he stood away from the gathered felines. His pelt prickles in anger when the scarred molly made fun of Leafhusk, stating it like it was a fact! Then saying dumb stuff about rouges and kittypets. Deerpaw personally doesn't care for that whole non-blood or blood purity nonsense. His body twitches at the rising yowls, brows knit together while a growing frown twists across his maw.
Cowards. A voice hisses out in his mind, he lets his dark paws move towards the one who had rescued him. The not-mother one. Orange tail dragging along behind him, as he slithers next to Leafhusk with wide eyes. The long-legged apprentice listens to the barbed remarks on kittypets, he cringes at the term. Deerpaw had heard through whispers about kittypets, he... doesn't have a problem with them. His ears angle down against his head, while he listens to the insults thrown at his half of his clanmates. His tail lashes behind him. His tongue longs– begged him to speak up. He decides he shouldn't.
Deerpaw's ears perked up slightly for the first time since he drifted to the meeting. He was an awe to say the least, it was very... cool. Listening as Howlingstar announced the trio to exile. Good riddance. Hazel eyes stared the now exiled trio, then he felt an eye twitched at the pitiful attempt of Poppyfoot's cry. Annoying, dramatic.
His jaw tightened as he lets his gaze drift across, while the trio gets escorted from Thunderclan as a whole by Raccoonstripe and his party. He doesn't wish for death towards others, but... May any passing predator leave them to bleed out as a karma.
Oh. Nose scrunching up is disgust at the words spat out from Ravenstrike. The full of self. His limp tail twitched, as he stood away from the gathered felines. His pelt prickles in anger when the scarred molly made fun of Leafhusk, stating it like it was a fact! Then saying dumb stuff about rouges and kittypets. Deerpaw personally doesn't care for that whole non-blood or blood purity nonsense. His body twitches at the rising yowls, brows knit together while a growing frown twists across his maw.
Cowards. A voice hisses out in his mind, he lets his dark paws move towards the one who had rescued him. The not-mother one. Orange tail dragging along behind him, as he slithers next to Leafhusk with wide eyes. The long-legged apprentice listens to the barbed remarks on kittypets, he cringes at the term. Deerpaw had heard through whispers about kittypets, he... doesn't have a problem with them. His ears angle down against his head, while he listens to the insults thrown at his half of his clanmates. His tail lashes behind him. His tongue longs– begged him to speak up. He decides he shouldn't.
Deerpaw's ears perked up slightly for the first time since he drifted to the meeting. He was an awe to say the least, it was very... cool. Listening as Howlingstar announced the trio to exile. Good riddance. Hazel eyes stared the now exiled trio, then he felt an eye twitched at the pitiful attempt of Poppyfoot's cry. Annoying, dramatic.
His jaw tightened as he lets his gaze drift across, while the trio gets escorted from Thunderclan as a whole by Raccoonstripe and his party. He doesn't wish for death towards others, but... May any passing predator leave them to bleed out as a karma.
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( i can't handle it… ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 7 MOONS & AGES EVERY 26TH.
✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortie and white tom with hazel eyes.
✶ thoughts ; "Speech, ff7844" ; attacks only
✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
✶ smells like fresh caramelized apples & faint damp earth musk
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— penned by calzone