- Jul 6, 2024
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A gawky gray feline slithers silently and carefully forward, hovering his stomach and tail above the substrate beneath his paws. He placed one paw forward and then the other gingerly, mindful of anything which could make a sound. His cheeks twitch excitedly and his eyes narrow as he raises his haunches up, causing his rear to rise. He takes a halfstep forward before using all the power of his hindquarters to pounce forward.
Wormpaw missed the target— an unsuspecting smooth pebble he had placed there just moments ago- by a tail length. He lands without grace, his spindly legs crossing, which causes him to lose his balance and tumble forward, landing with a groan on his backside. Wormpaw rolls to his flank and spats an explicit string of nonsense. He pants there after his unruly outburst, exhausted from just the task of stalking a pebble. Wormpaw was still recovering, but this put him at a serious disadvantage if he hoped to become a warrior at a time equal to his counterparts. His face burned hot and he whipped his angular head around, searching for any of those who may have been watching him practice his hunting techniques. Wormpaw did not yearn to be picked on for his lack of experience, training, and stamina. Satisfied he doesn’t seen any fellow apprentices looking for an easy target to bully, the frail youngster rolls to his paws and stares upon the pebble. Without hesitation, he slams his paw down on it in anger— an idiotic and brash decision that results in pain shooting up his leg which causes him to rear back, hissing, "Fuck you!" The foul mouth youngster whipped his tail, seething at the pebble that fought back.
Wormpaw missed the target— an unsuspecting smooth pebble he had placed there just moments ago- by a tail length. He lands without grace, his spindly legs crossing, which causes him to lose his balance and tumble forward, landing with a groan on his backside. Wormpaw rolls to his flank and spats an explicit string of nonsense. He pants there after his unruly outburst, exhausted from just the task of stalking a pebble. Wormpaw was still recovering, but this put him at a serious disadvantage if he hoped to become a warrior at a time equal to his counterparts. His face burned hot and he whipped his angular head around, searching for any of those who may have been watching him practice his hunting techniques. Wormpaw did not yearn to be picked on for his lack of experience, training, and stamina. Satisfied he doesn’t seen any fellow apprentices looking for an easy target to bully, the frail youngster rolls to his paws and stares upon the pebble. Without hesitation, he slams his paw down on it in anger— an idiotic and brash decision that results in pain shooting up his leg which causes him to rear back, hissing, "Fuck you!" The foul mouth youngster whipped his tail, seething at the pebble that fought back.
- ooc- @FERNDANCE
- wormwatcher —— ✧*:.。.shadowclan warrior, he/him, homosexual, 29 ☾
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