- May 19, 2023
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A trail of feathers followed behind the apprentice as he returned alongside his mentor, Robinfang. The pair were coated in a layer of dirt from dragging themselves through the tunnel, but Heatherpaw had felt full of energy from the trip. An entire hunt, solely in the darkness. Relying on his senses alone, hardly a lick of light to guide them as they navigated beneath the ground.
The Tunneler looked proud with each holding a catch for themselves, though his apprentice was quick to leave the older toms side to drop his prize at the paws of one of the warriors. He took a small step back, trying to shuffle all the fallen feathers in a pile next to them. "I hope you don't mind. I overheard you saying you needed to bring feathers to the graveyard." His voice was low and grumbly, as if embarrassed of his own kind gesture. It had been an insistence on his mentors part, encouraging him to do something for his Clanmates. Help teach him unity in the Clan or something along those lines.
While he prepared for the warrior to release him, the dirt that settled in his fur began to irritate the back of his throat. Heatherpaw's nose twitched until suddenly a loud sneeze burst from his amw, sending the neat pile of feathers flying all about. He glanced up as one landed perfectly on the warriors snout, and at once his lips curled up into a smile.
Don't dare laugh. His mentors glare said from across the hollow. Heatherpaw firmly placed a paw against his mouth to stifle any sound, dipping his head to amend any obtainable respect.
The Tunneler looked proud with each holding a catch for themselves, though his apprentice was quick to leave the older toms side to drop his prize at the paws of one of the warriors. He took a small step back, trying to shuffle all the fallen feathers in a pile next to them. "I hope you don't mind. I overheard you saying you needed to bring feathers to the graveyard." His voice was low and grumbly, as if embarrassed of his own kind gesture. It had been an insistence on his mentors part, encouraging him to do something for his Clanmates. Help teach him unity in the Clan or something along those lines.
While he prepared for the warrior to release him, the dirt that settled in his fur began to irritate the back of his throat. Heatherpaw's nose twitched until suddenly a loud sneeze burst from his amw, sending the neat pile of feathers flying all about. He glanced up as one landed perfectly on the warriors snout, and at once his lips curled up into a smile.
Don't dare laugh. His mentors glare said from across the hollow. Heatherpaw firmly placed a paw against his mouth to stifle any sound, dipping his head to amend any obtainable respect.
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