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❝ IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN ✧°.☀ ————————————
We're wasting herbs on him. Skyclaw's words are sharp and ruthless, ringing in his head at the worst moments ( when he's about to leap at prey, when he's sparring with a fellow clanmate, when he's about to fall asleep ) it is domineering, his senior's voice leaving him in a trance-like state. Less sleep, more training. Focus, focus, focus. Prove them wrong. Roaringpaw had always worked hard to please his less-welcoming clanmates, but lately they were louder than they've ever been. Never enough, nothing he did was ever enough for them. Nothing, zilch. Was that his worth? Would he always be the kittypet Angus and never the ThunderClanner Roaringpaw?
When he'd first joined, Roaringpaw had been akin to a midday sun. Bright and warm, welcoming and friendly to all his clanmates, no matter what; now, the sun had set, defeated by spiteful words and venomous glares. He was tired, and he could name several of his clanmates who shared the sentiment: Ploverhop, Sunshinespot, Leafhusk, Stormywing ( and even the poor Coltkit, who while young could still understand the coldness of every insult spat at him ).
The flame-point approaches Howlingstar before she retreats to her den for the day, his expression grim and body-movements sluggish ( no amount of overworking during training would earn him a smidge of acknowledgement from a select few clanmates ) and tail dragging on the ground. "Howlingstar," He greets his elder with a polite dip of his head, amber eyes tiredly meeting vibrant green. Now that he was here, he wasn't exactly sure how to bring it all up; besides, Skyclaw is her grandson. The apprentice sighs, sitting down and curling his tail around his body. He breaks eye contact, staring at his paws. "I overheard Skyclaw those days ago."
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OOC: @HOWLINGSTAR ex-kittypets are also welcome to join in on this thread!
We're wasting herbs on him. Skyclaw's words are sharp and ruthless, ringing in his head at the worst moments ( when he's about to leap at prey, when he's sparring with a fellow clanmate, when he's about to fall asleep ) it is domineering, his senior's voice leaving him in a trance-like state. Less sleep, more training. Focus, focus, focus. Prove them wrong. Roaringpaw had always worked hard to please his less-welcoming clanmates, but lately they were louder than they've ever been. Never enough, nothing he did was ever enough for them. Nothing, zilch. Was that his worth? Would he always be the kittypet Angus and never the ThunderClanner Roaringpaw?
When he'd first joined, Roaringpaw had been akin to a midday sun. Bright and warm, welcoming and friendly to all his clanmates, no matter what; now, the sun had set, defeated by spiteful words and venomous glares. He was tired, and he could name several of his clanmates who shared the sentiment: Ploverhop, Sunshinespot, Leafhusk, Stormywing ( and even the poor Coltkit, who while young could still understand the coldness of every insult spat at him ).
The flame-point approaches Howlingstar before she retreats to her den for the day, his expression grim and body-movements sluggish ( no amount of overworking during training would earn him a smidge of acknowledgement from a select few clanmates ) and tail dragging on the ground. "Howlingstar," He greets his elder with a polite dip of his head, amber eyes tiredly meeting vibrant green. Now that he was here, he wasn't exactly sure how to bring it all up; besides, Skyclaw is her grandson. The apprentice sighs, sitting down and curling his tail around his body. He breaks eye contact, staring at his paws. "I overheard Skyclaw those days ago."
"speech" thoughts
OOC: @HOWLINGSTAR ex-kittypets are also welcome to join in on this thread!