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The tension in the air was tangible; like static in the air before a storm that’d tear the very earth beneath her paws - she awaits the sound of distant thunder with bated breath. Does she desire it? She can’t say but the tension of what was to come weighs heavy on her heart; a heart that pounds like a wardrum in her chest. Even out here outside of camp with no one in the radius around her it persists, carried on the wind like a plague. She takes a deep breath as she crouches low, her stomach fur brushing against the snow beneath her paws; a puddle of shadow against an expanse of white. Her mind races even as she watches her prey, her claws unsheathe and she takes a step forward.
Being out here at least soothes her mind, it breathes life into her heavy soul and gives her reprieve from the insanity she’d return to in camp. All the worries of dangers within and outside their borders, the outbreak of green cough, and the discontent she can hear whispered through the mumbled voices of her clanmates. Everything is going wrong, it feels like it’s a commonality as of late. She knows plenty about things going wrong.
It’s too much for her. It’s easy for her to avoid it all together whenever she can, the inclination for her to run away and hide has never left her. Her ears pin against her skull. She's not much different to the rabbit she hunts is she? Alone and scared out in the open, doing whatever they can to not just get by but provide for the ‘families’ they return to. She takes another step forward her weight shifts however a tad too much and the snow beneath her crunches, she watches one long ear swivel as the rabbit looks her direction and she knows she can’t mess this up - only one of them would return home. With a powerful kick she shoots off, her paws slip against the snow slowing her but she persists. With so many sick every bit of prey needed to be caught, she had to work harder to make up for those who could no longer hunt. She wouldn’t let Windclan starve, she’d make her mentor proud, she’d make Sootstar proud, she’d make them all proud. It’s all Firepaw wanted.
The rabbit races ahead of her, outpacing her by at least a fox length and quickly gaining but she wouldn’t lose it. She runs as fast as she can even if it hurts but she can spot something within the snow coming close; a burrow one far too small for her. The rabbit bolts within it disappearing into the darkness, the chances of a successful hunt disappearing with it, despite that she crashes into the ground, paws reaching out claws outstretched as she forces her arm within its depths only to claw at empty air and dirt. It’s an all too familiar situation for Firepaw. An angry yowl tears through her throat as she continues to search in vain. ❝FOXDUNG!❞ She curses loudly, her paw wrenching itself out with a harsh tug only for it to join her other paw in stomping against the snow in frustration. She so desperately wanted to be a proper warrior to grow up completely, but she was still just an apprentice; an apprentice throwing a tantrum. She wasn’t adept at this, at anything really she’d ought to think outside of fighting but what good did that do now? They needed prey more than anything and she couldn’t even succeed at catching one lousy, no good smelly rabbit. Her muzzle crinkles up in frustration, her tail lashes.
If there was one good thing, it was that no one saw her. At least she hopes
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