- Dec 15, 2022
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It hadn't felt like an atrocity until Snakepaw had made it out to be one. He tries not to think about what that might mean for him. When he thinks about the anger in his voice, he thinks of the battle. How he had sought out the other apprentice's partnership– really, he doesn't know why he'd done it. But he did. He made the choice, he reached out, he said together, and...he'd also been the one to break away from the fight first, without warning or explanation. What had felt necessary at the time now seems like a mistake. Helping Weaselclaw wasn't it, no, no, but he could have told Snakepaw, or taken him with him. But would that have simply brought the warrior to his already weakened mentor?
He's overthinking, he knows, and maybe that's a good enough reason to stop thinking about the battle. About Snakepaw. Why, then, does he have a fat little mouse in his mouth? Why is he looking around camp, shifting to stand on his hind legs for a better vantage point? It's obvious that he's looking for something, and just when he's about to give up– Snakepaw. His paws thump back to the ground. "Snakepaw! Snakepaw, wait." He's muffled by the mouse, but he can only hope that his voice is enough to slow down the (already half-cornered in the hollow of their camp) apprentice enough for him to catch up with a few bursts of his hindlegs.
First it's himself he puts in front of Snake, and then– the mouse. "Here. I still haven't caught a rabbit, but. I caught this. I wanted you to have it." He pauses, and if the apprentice moves, the flame-tinged tom is moving in tandem. "Just...because I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you. I thought, I mean– I thought you could handle it, and Weaselclaw was hurt. I thought he was going to kill him, I didn't mean to...leave you hanging. Sorry. Take the mouse."
He's overthinking, he knows, and maybe that's a good enough reason to stop thinking about the battle. About Snakepaw. Why, then, does he have a fat little mouse in his mouth? Why is he looking around camp, shifting to stand on his hind legs for a better vantage point? It's obvious that he's looking for something, and just when he's about to give up– Snakepaw. His paws thump back to the ground. "Snakepaw! Snakepaw, wait." He's muffled by the mouse, but he can only hope that his voice is enough to slow down the (already half-cornered in the hollow of their camp) apprentice enough for him to catch up with a few bursts of his hindlegs.
First it's himself he puts in front of Snake, and then– the mouse. "Here. I still haven't caught a rabbit, but. I caught this. I wanted you to have it." He pauses, and if the apprentice moves, the flame-tinged tom is moving in tandem. "Just...because I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you. I thought, I mean– I thought you could handle it, and Weaselclaw was hurt. I thought he was going to kill him, I didn't mean to...leave you hanging. Sorry. Take the mouse."
- ooc: please wait for @SNAKEPAW !!
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sparkpaw, sparky. dmab male, he - him - his.
──── apprentice of windclan. loyal to windclan and his family.
──── 04 moons old. born on 12.15.22, and ages in real time.
──── echolight xelmbreeze, adopted byyewberry. brightfam. - "speech"