- May 7, 2023
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[ no need to wait for @cottonpaw ]
If young little Sedgekit knew just how boring being an apprentice was going to be, he would've been a lot less excited about it. Sedgepaw today still yearns for adventure—but even at his laziest, he'd rather just do nothing than some of the grueling chores that the warriors saddle them with. It's gotta be some sort of vengeance. Their mentors made them do stupid chores like moss-gathering and tick-removals, so now the Badgermoons and Bluepools of WindClan force all of their apprentices to do the same. It's a vicious cycle.
To her credit, Cottonpaw does try to make the day fun. The two of them had been tasked with cleaning out the fresh kill pile despite all of Sedgepaw's protests. She babbles endlessly and aimlessly; a stream of consciousness that Sedgepaw has slowly stopped paying attention to as the novelty wore off. Chipper, she tosses out another rancid mouse, and Sedgepaw's cheek is slipping from the heel of his paw as he further loses the will to hold himself upright. "Uh-huh," he sighs, dead-sounding and bored. He's honestly not sure if Cotton's paying attention to his half-hearted acknowledgment sounds anymore. His claw prods at a small hare, and he's only half paying attention as he pushes it to the side. "Mhmm. Wow."
Eventually, Sedgepaw falls into the same habits that he always does. Perhaps due to his own disinterest, he seems to have receded from Cottonpaw's attention—and, giving a glance around, it doesn't seem like anyone else is paying them much attention either...Cautiously, Sedgepaw picks himself up from the floor. He casts another furtive glance around, then carefully starts to creep his way to the edge of camp. Freedom is so close, he can almost taste it..!
If young little Sedgekit knew just how boring being an apprentice was going to be, he would've been a lot less excited about it. Sedgepaw today still yearns for adventure—but even at his laziest, he'd rather just do nothing than some of the grueling chores that the warriors saddle them with. It's gotta be some sort of vengeance. Their mentors made them do stupid chores like moss-gathering and tick-removals, so now the Badgermoons and Bluepools of WindClan force all of their apprentices to do the same. It's a vicious cycle.
To her credit, Cottonpaw does try to make the day fun. The two of them had been tasked with cleaning out the fresh kill pile despite all of Sedgepaw's protests. She babbles endlessly and aimlessly; a stream of consciousness that Sedgepaw has slowly stopped paying attention to as the novelty wore off. Chipper, she tosses out another rancid mouse, and Sedgepaw's cheek is slipping from the heel of his paw as he further loses the will to hold himself upright. "Uh-huh," he sighs, dead-sounding and bored. He's honestly not sure if Cotton's paying attention to his half-hearted acknowledgment sounds anymore. His claw prods at a small hare, and he's only half paying attention as he pushes it to the side. "Mhmm. Wow."
Eventually, Sedgepaw falls into the same habits that he always does. Perhaps due to his own disinterest, he seems to have receded from Cottonpaw's attention—and, giving a glance around, it doesn't seem like anyone else is paying them much attention either...Cautiously, Sedgepaw picks himself up from the floor. He casts another furtive glance around, then carefully starts to creep his way to the edge of camp. Freedom is so close, he can almost taste it..!