- May 19, 2023
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✿ — The Clan disperses, and with them, Peonypaw's enthusiasm.
It's a wicked sort of cycle. He knows they need all heads and paws on board, knows the possibility of attacks (whether initiated by WindClan or the rest) are imminent and looming over them all and not letting any of them get a chance to breathe. Peonypaw is as restless as the other 'paws wishing to prove themselves, to get their claws in their enemies' fur to teach them a lesson- but it's just as scary too, if not more, and he can't tell if it's logical and understandable or if he should keep it a secret from his peers.
The last thing he wants is for any of them to suspect he's not up for the task.
He doesn't know if he is, though. Despite the increased amounts of fights lately, he has yet to join one. Imagining himself in battle with that small and lanky frame of his seems... unlucky, to say the least, but he can't hide under the earth forever. Quite literally.
Peonypaw finds Snakepaw amongst the dispersing crowd, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out he is just as unhappy with the results as Peonypaw. That rough demeanor doesn't stop him from approaching Snakepaw, either; always up to a dance of retorts if need be.
"You reckon we'll ever be needed on one of these patrols anytime soon?"
It's a wicked sort of cycle. He knows they need all heads and paws on board, knows the possibility of attacks (whether initiated by WindClan or the rest) are imminent and looming over them all and not letting any of them get a chance to breathe. Peonypaw is as restless as the other 'paws wishing to prove themselves, to get their claws in their enemies' fur to teach them a lesson- but it's just as scary too, if not more, and he can't tell if it's logical and understandable or if he should keep it a secret from his peers.
The last thing he wants is for any of them to suspect he's not up for the task.
He doesn't know if he is, though. Despite the increased amounts of fights lately, he has yet to join one. Imagining himself in battle with that small and lanky frame of his seems... unlucky, to say the least, but he can't hide under the earth forever. Quite literally.
Peonypaw finds Snakepaw amongst the dispersing crowd, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out he is just as unhappy with the results as Peonypaw. That rough demeanor doesn't stop him from approaching Snakepaw, either; always up to a dance of retorts if need be.
"You reckon we'll ever be needed on one of these patrols anytime soon?"