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a dirt-covered pelt padded slowly into camp, the orange hue below looking as if the sun had been subdued by a cloud. What did Shinepaw have to show for his scuffed pelt and screaming muscles? What bounty had been brought back for Flycatcher and the others by the ambitious apprentice?
A lowly mouse, more bone than meat.
As the kit-in-all-but-name approached the center of camp, all remaining strength was summoned to maintain a smile in spite of the scrawny showing between his jaws. However, Shinepaw was unable to sweep away the emotion in his eyes. It was a strange sight, a soft smile paired with smoldering self-loathing.
Still, as he reached the prey pile, Shinepaw was offered one point of solace. Today the lump of food was stacked particularly high, which meant his meager contribution was less likely to be noticed. The shaft of sunlight shuddered at the thought of being scrutinized come leaf-bare, but that was a bridge best burned later. He decided to wedge the mouse in near the bottom where it wouldn’t be seen; Partly due to not wanting to appear arrogant (putting such a sorrowful sight above such better options to eat would be an insult to those who caught them), but mostly because he didn’t want anyone to catch sight of his shoddy work.
Shinepaw inspected his options, and decided to move a squirrel to make room. Teeth clenched the tail after he’d dropped his mouse, and the shaft of sunlight tugged lightly. Hm. It was wedged in tight, but all he needed to do was shift it slightly. The scatterbrain tugged harder and-
Thump
Sky-blue eyes lost their luster completely as they watched the prey pile topple over and spill onto the ground nearby. The squirrel hung limply in his jaws as the apprentice took in his handiwork. Shinepaw’s forced smile became a scowl, showing clenched teeth. Another screw-up. With a shaky sigh the cat began to clean up his mess, but the boy couldn’t hold in his disappointment. Tears began to roll down flaming fur as he worked, silent as the grave.
Shinepaw didn’t want anyone to notice, impossible though it was. The shaft of sunlight was shaking now, trying and failing to contain the emotions crescendoing within. The only constant was the boy’s silence, using all his willpower to stifle any audible sobbing while he worked.
It wasn’t a big mess, but children had a way of exaggerating their problems.
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