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Jaypaw
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Fourteen moons, still an apprentice. How miserable. It would be funny if it wasn't so sad, but Jaypaw laughed anyways because he took what he could when it came to coping; comedy was medicine for the soul. There was no herbs that could fix him, but a good laugh might ease the heartache a bit. It's what he got really, he should've focused more on training and less getting into mischief and trouble - but he did love having his fun, the payoff wasn't worth it though. Dipperpaw-no, Dipperfrost was named, apprentice of a deputy, dutiful and joining the ranks of a warrior and he was still just Jaypaw. Paw-paw-paw-paw, a cat needed four of them and he had five, obnoxious. Annoying. Fit him in a way he didn't like. Was he ever going to even get a name at this rate? Was he going to be an apprentice forever? Attitude adjustment, no. His attitude was fine, everyone else was just a stick in the mud - what was life without some fun?
He thinks about Ferngill, newly made Lead Warrior but made a warrior at 16 moons - if that scrub could do it so could he, this didn't matter in the long run he tells himself. He doesn't care, he says, but he does. Deep down he cares, he cares so much. Jaypaw hates it-hates it-hates it. The black and blue tom paces the shoreline, pebbles kicked under his pale paws and he flashes his teeth to whip his head around, reflection in the water snarling back. What did when fish say when it saw the other looking thoughtful? He raises a paw, brings it down over the water angrily.
Let minnow what you think. Punchline. Laugh. Jaypaw lets out a growl as he swings his submerged paw to splash behind him, not hearing the approaching footsteps until a cat hisses at being doused and he turns; the cold seeps into his pads - the water isn't good for swimming yet. He already regrets the tantrum.
"Sorry, I guess, maybe don't sneak up on me..."
Fourteen moons, still an apprentice. How miserable. It would be funny if it wasn't so sad, but Jaypaw laughed anyways because he took what he could when it came to coping; comedy was medicine for the soul. There was no herbs that could fix him, but a good laugh might ease the heartache a bit. It's what he got really, he should've focused more on training and less getting into mischief and trouble - but he did love having his fun, the payoff wasn't worth it though. Dipperpaw-no, Dipperfrost was named, apprentice of a deputy, dutiful and joining the ranks of a warrior and he was still just Jaypaw. Paw-paw-paw-paw, a cat needed four of them and he had five, obnoxious. Annoying. Fit him in a way he didn't like. Was he ever going to even get a name at this rate? Was he going to be an apprentice forever? Attitude adjustment, no. His attitude was fine, everyone else was just a stick in the mud - what was life without some fun?
He thinks about Ferngill, newly made Lead Warrior but made a warrior at 16 moons - if that scrub could do it so could he, this didn't matter in the long run he tells himself. He doesn't care, he says, but he does. Deep down he cares, he cares so much. Jaypaw hates it-hates it-hates it. The black and blue tom paces the shoreline, pebbles kicked under his pale paws and he flashes his teeth to whip his head around, reflection in the water snarling back. What did when fish say when it saw the other looking thoughtful? He raises a paw, brings it down over the water angrily.
Let minnow what you think. Punchline. Laugh. Jaypaw lets out a growl as he swings his submerged paw to splash behind him, not hearing the approaching footsteps until a cat hisses at being doused and he turns; the cold seeps into his pads - the water isn't good for swimming yet. He already regrets the tantrum.
"Sorry, I guess, maybe don't sneak up on me..."
- Ooc - Anyone can be the cat he splashed!
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—⊰⋅ Apprentice of RiverClan
—⊰⋅ He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ SH Black/Blue Chimera w/Green Eyes