- Nov 6, 2023
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It seemed pretty pointless to drag him around to do stuff when he didn't seem to hold any sort of real talent for being an apprentice. He acknowledged, that in the rules laid out by tongues far older and wiser than he is, that he is plenty old enough now to be a real one- he fits the demands of the new code to boot and had den-mates now that had been the first to benefit from its protection. However... he has had many more moons of practice than they have and fails to really feel like a to-be warrior in any capacity. The closest he'd come was a few exchanged, cowardly swipes on the frozen river and that, for all its barely-passable success, had ended with a heart-gripping fear when ice-cold water had swallowed him whole.
Asphodelpaw... he begrudges... is not a complete ass... and had saved him. Though.. that didn't excuse the part where the older boy had narrowly missed shredding his ears off when he'd shoved him into the shallows prior to that.
It is in this distracted introspection that Valepaw forgets he is meant to be patrolling with keen spring-sunset eyes... There are competent enough warriors here that act alike a parade of body guards and with it being new-leaf, the healthy dose of cautious fear has melted with the warmer weather. His fluffy too-big paws crack and crunch on twigs under-paw, he feels the way the reeds here tug at his long fur like they're hungrily gripping at him, a warning- a pleading like nails dragged across his skin to call his attention back.
I wonder if it's easier to catch a bird, he thinks to himself, staring up at the sparse canopy and the rolling sky far above it. The blue is blinding in its brightness... A perfectly relaxing day... Maybe I can ask Claythorn what her first catch was... Or get her help to get Robinheart something tasty... She didn't seem the super generous-with-her-time type but... he hoped that maybe they were close enough to 'friends' she'd humor him.
"Are you air-brained? There's a-"
Dog.
He recognizes the smell from a time when the shadows were a lot darker... a lot bigger... A monster, he'd called it, slavering jaws that had dripped a ravenous spittle form its impossibly large mouth. It's nose is so wet that when it exhales in what Valepaw can only assume is murderous excitement, he can feel the dampness in that air- he doesn't even recognize the way his whole body goes stiff and even still, doesn't remember striking out with his claws until he sees the rosy welts across a wiry-furred muzzle in front of him.
Whatever pride can be garnered from the successful instinct to attack and defend himself is short-lived, hot air blasted around his nape in a precision that speaks of impatient fury. He twists to sprint towards the blue-black warrior that had tried to warn him ahead of time, lips drawn back in a horrified, prepared cry for help-
The noise is squeaked out of him like he's nothing but a rubber chew toy- sunk around his shoulder with an unnatural pop that rings in his ears so it might never be forgotten. Kicking wildly with his hindlegs at the bottom half of a jaw that clenches down to shake him, Valepaw gasps the moment he's unceremoniously dropped onto the muddy earth and scrambles on the floor like a snake might struggle to slither on silk.
@otterbite
Asphodelpaw... he begrudges... is not a complete ass... and had saved him. Though.. that didn't excuse the part where the older boy had narrowly missed shredding his ears off when he'd shoved him into the shallows prior to that.
It is in this distracted introspection that Valepaw forgets he is meant to be patrolling with keen spring-sunset eyes... There are competent enough warriors here that act alike a parade of body guards and with it being new-leaf, the healthy dose of cautious fear has melted with the warmer weather. His fluffy too-big paws crack and crunch on twigs under-paw, he feels the way the reeds here tug at his long fur like they're hungrily gripping at him, a warning- a pleading like nails dragged across his skin to call his attention back.
I wonder if it's easier to catch a bird, he thinks to himself, staring up at the sparse canopy and the rolling sky far above it. The blue is blinding in its brightness... A perfectly relaxing day... Maybe I can ask Claythorn what her first catch was... Or get her help to get Robinheart something tasty... She didn't seem the super generous-with-her-time type but... he hoped that maybe they were close enough to 'friends' she'd humor him.
"Are you air-brained? There's a-"
Dog.
He recognizes the smell from a time when the shadows were a lot darker... a lot bigger... A monster, he'd called it, slavering jaws that had dripped a ravenous spittle form its impossibly large mouth. It's nose is so wet that when it exhales in what Valepaw can only assume is murderous excitement, he can feel the dampness in that air- he doesn't even recognize the way his whole body goes stiff and even still, doesn't remember striking out with his claws until he sees the rosy welts across a wiry-furred muzzle in front of him.
Whatever pride can be garnered from the successful instinct to attack and defend himself is short-lived, hot air blasted around his nape in a precision that speaks of impatient fury. He twists to sprint towards the blue-black warrior that had tried to warn him ahead of time, lips drawn back in a horrified, prepared cry for help-
The noise is squeaked out of him like he's nothing but a rubber chew toy- sunk around his shoulder with an unnatural pop that rings in his ears so it might never be forgotten. Kicking wildly with his hindlegs at the bottom half of a jaw that clenches down to shake him, Valepaw gasps the moment he's unceremoniously dropped onto the muddy earth and scrambles on the floor like a snake might struggle to slither on silk.
@otterbite
With prey abundant once more predators are also more likely, be mindful as you traverse the territory as foxes, badgers and even roaming dogs may be around any corner...