- Dec 27, 2022
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Slatepaw has seemed off lately. Maybe it’s the snow, or the cold, or the fact that their father is being very hard on him when it comes to his apprenticeship. Perhaps Gravelpaw is just thinking too deeply about the issues that his brother has had to face. Slatepaw has always seemed softer, more fragile, more weak; Lynxtooth tends to press at fraying nerves, spitting salt water on open wounds, all in the name of making sure his sons live up to his legacy. And Gravelpaw knows that he’s tough, he can take it. But Slatepaw… what if it’s all too much for him? Gravelpaw doesn’t know what they’d do without their brother, their other half. He won’t admit it aloud, but he’s worried about how Slatepaw is faring now that the weather has been becoming more harsh.
No matter the reason, something is up with their brother and they’re going to do something dumb about it. Slatepaw is their only friend within the clan; forming alliances with other apprentices is hard when they all seem to have some kind of disease that makes them talk too much, and too loudly. So if he’s sad, then Gravelpaw has to do something to make it better, even if it means sacrificing a bit of dignity.
Upon spotting the other black and white apprentice, Gravelpaw wanders over and aims to brush against their brother’s side. Their voice is quiet when they speak, but their tone is tinged with playfulness. "Hey, Slatepaw. I bet you can’t hit me with a snowball." Without waiting for confirmation, they gather some snow into their paw, sending it flying in Slatepaw’s direction. Whether it lands on their brother or not, the black and white apprentice lurches to the side, preparing for a counterattack. For a moment, they turn to glance behind them; if they spot another clanmate, they’ll offer a jerk of their head—come on, join in.
// pls wait for @slatepaw !!
No matter the reason, something is up with their brother and they’re going to do something dumb about it. Slatepaw is their only friend within the clan; forming alliances with other apprentices is hard when they all seem to have some kind of disease that makes them talk too much, and too loudly. So if he’s sad, then Gravelpaw has to do something to make it better, even if it means sacrificing a bit of dignity.
Upon spotting the other black and white apprentice, Gravelpaw wanders over and aims to brush against their brother’s side. Their voice is quiet when they speak, but their tone is tinged with playfulness. "Hey, Slatepaw. I bet you can’t hit me with a snowball." Without waiting for confirmation, they gather some snow into their paw, sending it flying in Slatepaw’s direction. Whether it lands on their brother or not, the black and white apprentice lurches to the side, preparing for a counterattack. For a moment, they turn to glance behind them; if they spot another clanmate, they’ll offer a jerk of their head—come on, join in.
// pls wait for @slatepaw !!
[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]