private LEVIATHAN — ash paw

Nov 17, 2022
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The days are rough in leafbare but somehow today seems heavier.

Like a shadow, the dark-pelted apprentice slinks through the entrance of the camp, noticing the life humming in the camp, like the blood rushing through a rabbit's veins. To him, they seem content—despite the chill of the cold and the looming thread of the moor Clan. To him, they know they are family. And he has very little of that.

Ducking his head, Ravenpaw hurried to the apprentice den. He hoped he would not get caught by any of the warriors—Smokethroat especially seemed to always be able to sniff out apprentices doing things without their mentors. Ravenpaw had been outside without his. He just needed that alone time. Gnawing at the inside of his cheek, he found his nest in the apprentice den. He settled into it, shifting anxiously. He pulled out his paws and kneaded them into the moss and feathers that lined his bedding. He looked down at his paws, where the extra digits lie. A freak. A kittypet. He closed his eyes and sighed. He would never get a warrior name, he was sure of it.

@ashpaw!