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↞ RACE THE WINDS
The early morning carried with it a brisk wind that cut deep through even the likes of Galepaw's sturdy fur, and sent a chill up the length of his spine. The desire to run across the open moorland remained tantalising as a way of warming his core, but he found himself rooted beneath the spiny tendrils that made up one of the entrances to the camp. He might not be the brightest of apprentices but even he knew not to tempt the fates by venturing out alone. Rocking forward ever so slightly he found himself peering up past the branches of the gorse in order to catch a glimpse of the grey sky above.
"Hmph! It better not rain today", he grumbled with a lash of his tail. His recent luck had been foul enough without risking yet another setback. A deep sigh rumbled forth from the depths of his chest and he soon found himself shuffling around so he could leer back impatiently at the main area of the camp in the hopes of spying a patrol that might be heading out. Hunting or border patrol, he'd honestly take anything at this point if it meant getting out onto the moors again.
The early morning carried with it a brisk wind that cut deep through even the likes of Galepaw's sturdy fur, and sent a chill up the length of his spine. The desire to run across the open moorland remained tantalising as a way of warming his core, but he found himself rooted beneath the spiny tendrils that made up one of the entrances to the camp. He might not be the brightest of apprentices but even he knew not to tempt the fates by venturing out alone. Rocking forward ever so slightly he found himself peering up past the branches of the gorse in order to catch a glimpse of the grey sky above.
"Hmph! It better not rain today", he grumbled with a lash of his tail. His recent luck had been foul enough without risking yet another setback. A deep sigh rumbled forth from the depths of his chest and he soon found himself shuffling around so he could leer back impatiently at the main area of the camp in the hopes of spying a patrol that might be heading out. Hunting or border patrol, he'd honestly take anything at this point if it meant getting out onto the moors again.