- Sep 26, 2023
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RIVERCLAN
APPRENTICE
THREE MOONS
BLIND IN BOTH EYES
BIOGRAPHY AND TAGS
APPRENTICED TO PIKESPLASH
PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH
The water is chilled by the leaf-fall air, but Nettlepaw has been told that it would get much colder as the season went on. He's never seen ice or snow before, and this would be his first leaf-bare. He wonders how easy it is to tell the difference between ice and snow. Apparently, both were a brilliant shade of white that reflected the shining sun. How was he going to get around in such a strange world? Not only would scent be harder to catch, muted by the snowfall, but the ground would be as bright as the sky. His vision of extreme blurs between light and shadow would become... well, just blinding light really. It sounded irritating.
For now though, he'll focus on the present. Nettlepaw is close to camp, but he stands upon the edge of the river, peering blindly into it's depths. Cautiously, he sinks a paw into the chilled water, followed by a second, then a third, and finally, a fourth. He wades belly deep into the tugging current, noting how powerful the water seemed to be. Ducking down, the apprentice slips his head beneath the water. He immediately jerks back to the surface with a gasp, the sensation of cold water enveloping his head completely overwhelming for a moment. Inhaling deeply, he tries again, dipping his head beneath the waves and holding his breath as he does so. At least he won't have to worry about forgetting up from down. Not only was he buoyant, but he could tell, with what little sight he had, that down was pitch dark and shrouded in shadows, and up was bright and full of light.
Feeling a bit more confident, he pulls his head free of the water and kicks off from the bank, paddling clumsily. Of course, it soon becomes apparent that knowing the up from the down was not the issue... but rather, Nettlepaw's complete lack of awareness as the current lazily dragged him down the river. When he scents the air, he realizes that the location of camp has suddenly moved. Overwhelmed by confusion, the apprentice tries to scent again, churning through the water as he tries to regain his bearings. He's floated past camp by now, and he hasn't quite realized yet. He's disoriented and starting to grow weary with anxiety. Maybe he should swim back to shore? But which way was shore? Why did it seem like everything had moved?
"U-uhm... Pikesplash?" He calls, and curses himself, because Pikesplash had been gone on some patrol and thus, he had wandered out to practice swimming by himself. "Willowroot?" He calls for her too, wondering if he was close enough to camp to be heard. At the very least, he isn't drowning. Just disoriented and unsure of which way to swim. As scents continue to shift, however, he does find himself kicking in a bit of a panic, except rather than swimming to shore, he finds himself paddling against the current, and going, well... nowhere. A burn of embarrassment heats his cheeks as the boy realizes how stupid he must look. Every other apprentice probably swam fine. Why did he have to struggle so much?
For now though, he'll focus on the present. Nettlepaw is close to camp, but he stands upon the edge of the river, peering blindly into it's depths. Cautiously, he sinks a paw into the chilled water, followed by a second, then a third, and finally, a fourth. He wades belly deep into the tugging current, noting how powerful the water seemed to be. Ducking down, the apprentice slips his head beneath the water. He immediately jerks back to the surface with a gasp, the sensation of cold water enveloping his head completely overwhelming for a moment. Inhaling deeply, he tries again, dipping his head beneath the waves and holding his breath as he does so. At least he won't have to worry about forgetting up from down. Not only was he buoyant, but he could tell, with what little sight he had, that down was pitch dark and shrouded in shadows, and up was bright and full of light.
Feeling a bit more confident, he pulls his head free of the water and kicks off from the bank, paddling clumsily. Of course, it soon becomes apparent that knowing the up from the down was not the issue... but rather, Nettlepaw's complete lack of awareness as the current lazily dragged him down the river. When he scents the air, he realizes that the location of camp has suddenly moved. Overwhelmed by confusion, the apprentice tries to scent again, churning through the water as he tries to regain his bearings. He's floated past camp by now, and he hasn't quite realized yet. He's disoriented and starting to grow weary with anxiety. Maybe he should swim back to shore? But which way was shore? Why did it seem like everything had moved?
"U-uhm... Pikesplash?" He calls, and curses himself, because Pikesplash had been gone on some patrol and thus, he had wandered out to practice swimming by himself. "Willowroot?" He calls for her too, wondering if he was close enough to camp to be heard. At the very least, he isn't drowning. Just disoriented and unsure of which way to swim. As scents continue to shift, however, he does find himself kicking in a bit of a panic, except rather than swimming to shore, he finds himself paddling against the current, and going, well... nowhere. A burn of embarrassment heats his cheeks as the boy realizes how stupid he must look. Every other apprentice probably swam fine. Why did he have to struggle so much?
