- Oct 9, 2022
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Fogpaw has been sparse since arriving at the border with his former Shadowclan family. His twisted leg had a lot to do with that and he's been packed into the medicine den for a time. While he should be grateful to be out of the cold in his state, he can't help but to feel restless and he takes it upon himself to try to be useful. Back in his old home, he would help Bonejaw-- Boneripple by gathering basic materials and as a creature of habit, he decides to do something similar for Beesong. It's not like he can offer much else as repayment and he's been in silent awe overall that Riverclan has helped them at all. It makes him feel excited and he wants to explore, even if it is inhospitable currently. Besides, his leg is free now, he just needs to be careful. It's likely that he'll never walk without a limp again but he can try to minimize that as much as he can by using his muscles now.
He also has plans to go visit the new additions to his family since he missed their birth on account of his injury. He's excited for that too but something in him is nervous as well. The childish thought that he'll be replaced in his mother's eyes but he knows that's a foolish thought. She threw away her life for him and so did that oaf (he should be kinder to the tom that found him, he reminds himself). After mentally reasoning all of this, the fluffy mute apprentice staggers out of the den with a deep inhale. He lets the cold air penetrate his lungs and finds he likes the sting as a different scent is coating his nose. It smells fresh, new, and nothing like the marsh despite being even more damp. Fogpaw smiles brightly and, in a rarity, it reaches his eyes. He tries to remind himself not to get too excited though. Being some place different won't magically make him be able to speak or communicate any better. He might end up feeling just as alone as he did in his previous home but it's a second chance at least. It was selfish what the apprentice did and even though he never meant for it to get that far, he'll try to make the most of the opportunity he sabotaged into.
He should feel sorry for all the trouble he caused but he doesn't. Not really.
First thing's first, he needs to eat something and he's not foolish enough to believe he can manage hunting just yet (foolish enough to think he can find decent plants in winter within a foreign territory however). He crawls his way along a snowy path carved by Riverclanners until he spies another cat under his downy lashes. Nervousness eats at his stomach to the point that he's barely hungry anymore but he'll blame his anxious shaking on the cold. Who knows if they even have any spare food in these times. Tentatively, Fogpaw reaches out and taps the stranger before pointing at his own open mouth with his paw. He almost bites his tongue on his chattering teeth as he closes it again before tilting his head to try to indicate that he's asking a question. His heart pounds in, possibly overdramatic, anticipation.
/cat can be anyone!
He also has plans to go visit the new additions to his family since he missed their birth on account of his injury. He's excited for that too but something in him is nervous as well. The childish thought that he'll be replaced in his mother's eyes but he knows that's a foolish thought. She threw away her life for him and so did that oaf (he should be kinder to the tom that found him, he reminds himself). After mentally reasoning all of this, the fluffy mute apprentice staggers out of the den with a deep inhale. He lets the cold air penetrate his lungs and finds he likes the sting as a different scent is coating his nose. It smells fresh, new, and nothing like the marsh despite being even more damp. Fogpaw smiles brightly and, in a rarity, it reaches his eyes. He tries to remind himself not to get too excited though. Being some place different won't magically make him be able to speak or communicate any better. He might end up feeling just as alone as he did in his previous home but it's a second chance at least. It was selfish what the apprentice did and even though he never meant for it to get that far, he'll try to make the most of the opportunity he sabotaged into.
He should feel sorry for all the trouble he caused but he doesn't. Not really.
First thing's first, he needs to eat something and he's not foolish enough to believe he can manage hunting just yet (foolish enough to think he can find decent plants in winter within a foreign territory however). He crawls his way along a snowy path carved by Riverclanners until he spies another cat under his downy lashes. Nervousness eats at his stomach to the point that he's barely hungry anymore but he'll blame his anxious shaking on the cold. Who knows if they even have any spare food in these times. Tentatively, Fogpaw reaches out and taps the stranger before pointing at his own open mouth with his paw. He almost bites his tongue on his chattering teeth as he closes it again before tilting his head to try to indicate that he's asking a question. His heart pounds in, possibly overdramatic, anticipation.
/cat can be anyone!
