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*+:｡.｡ Wrathpaw didn't want to think about it.
He didn't want to recall the awful words that had escaped his mouth. He didn't want to think about the churning pain in his stomach, the way he felt on edge around some of his clanmates. He didn't want to think about how guilt was so painful to hold, and yet he feared what letting it go would do.
So he didn't.
Pushing aside everything, the boy focused solely on what lay before him. The warm sun, the rustling green trees, the scent of life and growth in his beautiful home! A smile broke through the exhaustion, and he sat in companionable silence with it. Pulling feathers off of a sparrow he intended to give to the kits in the nursery to help them chew easier, he found his nose had begun to twitch more than usual. Sitting up just in time to let out a powerful sneeze, he wrinkles his nose in amusement before laying eyes on the culprit- or rather, landing cross-eyed on the culprit. A little sparrow feather flew to rest on his nose, balancing perfectly. He blew out a gust of air, watching the feather take flight instantly, before settling once more on his nose.
With a little Murrow of amusement, he blew out a breath once more, watching the feather fly. This time, it began its descent a little ways from him, so Wrathpaw trotted to keep up. He tried to align his nose with where he thought it'd fall, succeeding only in letting out a gasp that sent the plumage sky high once more.
And the game had begun.
The boy traipsed around, catching the feather with another quick puff of a breath before it could hit the ground, giggling all the while. But eventually, his travels brought him closer to the nursery, where one breath came out too strong and sent the feather too far for him to reach in time. That's when he spotted a familiar kit exiting the nursery and, quickly, he called out with a laugh, "Mottlekit! Don't let the feather touch the ground!"
He didn't want to recall the awful words that had escaped his mouth. He didn't want to think about the churning pain in his stomach, the way he felt on edge around some of his clanmates. He didn't want to think about how guilt was so painful to hold, and yet he feared what letting it go would do.
So he didn't.
Pushing aside everything, the boy focused solely on what lay before him. The warm sun, the rustling green trees, the scent of life and growth in his beautiful home! A smile broke through the exhaustion, and he sat in companionable silence with it. Pulling feathers off of a sparrow he intended to give to the kits in the nursery to help them chew easier, he found his nose had begun to twitch more than usual. Sitting up just in time to let out a powerful sneeze, he wrinkles his nose in amusement before laying eyes on the culprit- or rather, landing cross-eyed on the culprit. A little sparrow feather flew to rest on his nose, balancing perfectly. He blew out a gust of air, watching the feather take flight instantly, before settling once more on his nose.
With a little Murrow of amusement, he blew out a breath once more, watching the feather fly. This time, it began its descent a little ways from him, so Wrathpaw trotted to keep up. He tried to align his nose with where he thought it'd fall, succeeding only in letting out a gasp that sent the plumage sky high once more.
And the game had begun.
The boy traipsed around, catching the feather with another quick puff of a breath before it could hit the ground, giggling all the while. But eventually, his travels brought him closer to the nursery, where one breath came out too strong and sent the feather too far for him to reach in time. That's when he spotted a familiar kit exiting the nursery and, quickly, he called out with a laugh, "Mottlekit! Don't let the feather touch the ground!"
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GENERAL:
♡ Wrathkit
♡ DMAB— He/Him
♡ 6 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
♡ Brother to Lovelight, Joywing, Giggle-
♡ Thunderclan — Kit
♡ Mentored by Wildheart
COMBAT:
♡Physically easy | mentally easy
♡ Attack in bold #4a59ff
injuries: None currently
