- Jul 3, 2023
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Ptarmiganpaw is at a loss with himself. He can't seem to do anything right and the looks of disappointment are starting to pierce his soul. Why does he keep disappointing his mentors? Why is it that no matter how hard he tries, it never works out? His peers are so much better than him. Is he fit to be a Shadowclanner at all?
These are the thoughts that plague him every waking moment. With no one to confide to, it all festers inside. He couldn't go to Frostbite...What if he's disappointed too? That would be the nail in the coffin. He'd just self exile. But not really. There's murderers on the loose and he'd never stand a chance against them. Speaking of, he catches Flintpaw come into his vision. He's not a murderer, but he can't imagine what it must feel like to go through what he did when Granitepelt and Siltcloud were exposed. It was a hard time for everyone... And then Siltclouds attacks on them...
If Ptarmiganpaw knew life was going to be so exhausting, he would have never opened his eyes as a kit. Damn.
He picks a mouse from the fresh kill pile and heads over to Flintpaw, settling down beside him. "W-would you like to share? I don't know if you've eaten yet but I wanted to uh...Offer. Just in case." He says, voice quiet and soft as usual. What if Flintpaw says no? What if this was a terrible idea? Why is social interaction so hard?
(( @FLINTPAW ))
These are the thoughts that plague him every waking moment. With no one to confide to, it all festers inside. He couldn't go to Frostbite...What if he's disappointed too? That would be the nail in the coffin. He'd just self exile. But not really. There's murderers on the loose and he'd never stand a chance against them. Speaking of, he catches Flintpaw come into his vision. He's not a murderer, but he can't imagine what it must feel like to go through what he did when Granitepelt and Siltcloud were exposed. It was a hard time for everyone... And then Siltclouds attacks on them...
If Ptarmiganpaw knew life was going to be so exhausting, he would have never opened his eyes as a kit. Damn.
He picks a mouse from the fresh kill pile and heads over to Flintpaw, settling down beside him. "W-would you like to share? I don't know if you've eaten yet but I wanted to uh...Offer. Just in case." He says, voice quiet and soft as usual. What if Flintpaw says no? What if this was a terrible idea? Why is social interaction so hard?
(( @FLINTPAW ))