- Feb 26, 2024
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He really wished he lived in a world without the fighting. So he didn't want to worry about the... Thunderclanner's wellbeing. Wrinkling his muzzle at the flimsy detachments he held within his every being. The faux tortoiseshell removed himself from his nest. He curls his lip at the other apprentices as he stands, haunched over as ever. Deerpaw weaves himself around the sleeping bodies, careful not to wake any and be questioned on where he was going.
He had already said his whispered goodbyes to the cats he considered friends. Fadingpaw and Houndshade. He already broke down in front of Addersnap. A pathetic sight truly. The sudden chill bites at his scruffy coat, and he lets out a small huff before pushing himself the rest of the way out of the den. He lets back at the apprentice's den, feathered ears flatted against his skull as he thinks about if he should take a few items with him. Thinking for a few minutes, he decides not to touch the prey bones that were stuffed in his former nest. Nothing to tie me to this place... for a while. Tired hazel eyes flick to the camp clearing, dark, cold, and quiet.
He is just a coward, who would rather run away than be confronted with battle. Maybe... just maybe he'll miss Roeflame and the medicine cat Gentlestorm. Ms.Roeflame was nice... she watched out for the twitchy apprentice. She was cool. He wasn't all that close with the medicine cat, though he had still wanted to poke around the overly planted den even as an apprentice. He lets himself shut out the thoughts before he slithers to the entrance to the camp. Taking one last look behind him with a flick of an ear.
The former thunderclanner raises from his haunched over form, a frown settled on his face– he is off. Pushing through the entrance and disappearing with a last flick of his tail. Deerpaw goes on and on, the night obscuring the path he leaves behind him, leaving everything behind. As morning touches upon Thunderclan's camp, his nest is empty and slightly stale most likely when the moon was high in the sky when he had vanished.
He had already said his whispered goodbyes to the cats he considered friends. Fadingpaw and Houndshade. He already broke down in front of Addersnap. A pathetic sight truly. The sudden chill bites at his scruffy coat, and he lets out a small huff before pushing himself the rest of the way out of the den. He lets back at the apprentice's den, feathered ears flatted against his skull as he thinks about if he should take a few items with him. Thinking for a few minutes, he decides not to touch the prey bones that were stuffed in his former nest. Nothing to tie me to this place... for a while. Tired hazel eyes flick to the camp clearing, dark, cold, and quiet.
He is just a coward, who would rather run away than be confronted with battle. Maybe... just maybe he'll miss Roeflame and the medicine cat Gentlestorm. Ms.Roeflame was nice... she watched out for the twitchy apprentice. She was cool. He wasn't all that close with the medicine cat, though he had still wanted to poke around the overly planted den even as an apprentice. He lets himself shut out the thoughts before he slithers to the entrance to the camp. Taking one last look behind him with a flick of an ear.
The former thunderclanner raises from his haunched over form, a frown settled on his face– he is off. Pushing through the entrance and disappearing with a last flick of his tail. Deerpaw goes on and on, the night obscuring the path he leaves behind him, leaving everything behind. As morning touches upon Thunderclan's camp, his nest is empty and slightly stale most likely when the moon was high in the sky when he had vanished.

- ooc. aaaand he is outta here o7
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temp deerpaw reference
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( I-I CAN'T H-HANDLE IT! ) ˚₊‧ ♰ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice.
⸝⸝ AMAB ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 13 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 26TH.
✶ homosexual, ace / not actively looking — mentoring none.
✶ a tall, scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortoiseshell tom with low white and hazel eyes.
✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 4d4344" ; attacks only
✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
✶ smells like mud &. damp earth muskall opinions are ic! he's morbid and he sucks </3 ♱
→ biography / @ on discord for plots
— penned by calzone