- Jan 25, 2023
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Swift paws carried Pebblepaw in circles around the camp, his pants laborious and his cranium randomly turning left and right in search of shelter. He could still hear the wild beast behind him, its jaws snapping at his tail whenever his pace faltered and its cries raucous in his fearful ears. None of the dens would offer him sanctuary, they had one way in and one way out as far as the lilac tom knew, nor could they escape through the entrance for fear of meeting even large beasts with even pointier fangs. Lactic acid burned his legs, but he couldn't give up, he couldn't let the rabid thing catch him! Its fur comrpomised of a splash of colours that warned of its presence like a poisonous frog, its eyes burned a deep blue, the same colour you would feel when you lost your life to such a terrifying beast. Its ears were small for it did not need to hear the horror it inflicted upon its enemies, their faces would inform it of their dread. The terrifying monster that had the timid apprentice running laps around the camp as if his life depended on it was none other than his own young cousin.
He hadn't been there for her birth, but he'd tried being around ever since, listening to whatever whims and schemes his cousins would cook up for him and reluctantly going along with them. Stormkit hadn't asked if she could chase him, it just sort of... happened. Pebblepaw didn't know when it had started or when it would end, he yelled out apologies to anyone he had to weave past to avoid his cousin's 'wrath' and tried shouting back at her to understand what she was doing but to no avail. He had longer legs than the kitten, which had been enough to save his tail or ears from getting a chunk taken out of them for a time, but when the lilac tom passed the Highrock one too many times, he began to slow down. Stamina had never been his thing, though Pebblepaw would proclaim that 'nothing' was his thing, it was better for him to strike fast and hard than prolong fights and hunts. Eventually, his paws began to wobble and Pebblepaw was forced to a halt, spinning around and latching his copper eyes onto the gaining kitten. "I.... I give in.... please... stop chasing.... me..." They pleaded, and despite the fear in their voice, it was difficult to tell how much the young apprentice was joking.
@STORMKIT