- Dec 27, 2022
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Gravelpaw is not a social cat. They keep to themself, are unamused by the attitudes of some of their fellow apprentices. Carefree, too enthusiastic, most of them, and the rest are just annoying. Some days, they feel as though they’re the only young cat who’s taking their apprenticeship seriously. WindClan is under attack from all sides—SkyClan has always had something against them, and RiverClan is showing its true foxhearted nature after the rabbit incident. And now Hyacinthbreath and Spiritpaw have gone to join them, the enemy.
They don’t plan on speaking to anyone as they stink through the camp, but the thought of RiverClan’s treachery crosses their mind. A scowl settles upon their maw, and the bicolor apprentice lets out a scoff. They come to a stop a couple tail-lengths away from another apprentice, clearing their throat to gain their attention. "Did you go to the last Gathering?" He’s partially curious, partially angry. He doesn’t go to Gatherings—too many cats who are out to get him and his clan—but the things he’s heard from some of the older cats make him wish he’d gone, just so he could have told them off.
He pauses for a moment to stare at the other apprentice he’s approached. Soot star’s own kin, the one not named after their mother. Thin and willowy, with a blue and white pelt. Windpaw, named for the very clan that they belong to. Surely they might have a better idea of what went down at the Gathering. "I heard that those fish-breath RiverClanners were causing problems. They’re probably just mad because their land smells so bad." He’s glad that he lives on the moor; Lynxtooth was right to bring him and Slatepaw here. Here, at least, the warriors are well-behaved and not vindictive and unhinged.
// pls wait for @WINDPAW !
They don’t plan on speaking to anyone as they stink through the camp, but the thought of RiverClan’s treachery crosses their mind. A scowl settles upon their maw, and the bicolor apprentice lets out a scoff. They come to a stop a couple tail-lengths away from another apprentice, clearing their throat to gain their attention. "Did you go to the last Gathering?" He’s partially curious, partially angry. He doesn’t go to Gatherings—too many cats who are out to get him and his clan—but the things he’s heard from some of the older cats make him wish he’d gone, just so he could have told them off.
He pauses for a moment to stare at the other apprentice he’s approached. Soot star’s own kin, the one not named after their mother. Thin and willowy, with a blue and white pelt. Windpaw, named for the very clan that they belong to. Surely they might have a better idea of what went down at the Gathering. "I heard that those fish-breath RiverClanners were causing problems. They’re probably just mad because their land smells so bad." He’s glad that he lives on the moor; Lynxtooth was right to bring him and Slatepaw here. Here, at least, the warriors are well-behaved and not vindictive and unhinged.
// pls wait for @WINDPAW !
[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]