† Sharppaw trudges into camp, a toad hanging from her maw. She came home empty - pawed a little less, these days.
He beelines for the fresh-kill pile without fanfare; ignoring the mud caking beneath her paws or itch of uselessness trailing behind her. It was always there in the form of her begragled tail, never mind if she felt a little better today, or anything like that.
And as he looks down at the pile, he sees many more frogs and toads. He sees a hefty rat— something Sharppaw could never hope to achieve not because he is unskilled, but because he is afraid. He sees snipe, a fat pigeon. Perhaps his toad was not as skinny as it could've been, but perhaps that meant that hers was a big and lazy one, and was all he could truly attribute his catch to. Sharppaw frowns at the pile for way too long before depositing his catch. Today was the same.
He beelines for the fresh-kill pile without fanfare; ignoring the mud caking beneath her paws or itch of uselessness trailing behind her. It was always there in the form of her begragled tail, never mind if she felt a little better today, or anything like that.
And as he looks down at the pile, he sees many more frogs and toads. He sees a hefty rat— something Sharppaw could never hope to achieve not because he is unskilled, but because he is afraid. He sees snipe, a fat pigeon. Perhaps his toad was not as skinny as it could've been, but perhaps that meant that hers was a big and lazy one, and was all he could truly attribute his catch to. Sharppaw frowns at the pile for way too long before depositing his catch. Today was the same.
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OOC: local emo sad in camp !! please wait for @DRAGONFLYPAW.
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