- Feb 26, 2024
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Wide, hazel eyes flitting to and fro around camp. Dark - touched paws shuffled their way forward, as the body attached to them haunched forward to slither in the dark corners. Flinching at little things that surrounded him on all sides, dark ginger tail lashing against grass and ground. He mumbles under his breath, as he continues forward to his desired destination. Too large ears flicks against his mismatched skull, his wrinkles his nose in distaste at a bumbling clanmate almost bumping into him. Watch where you're going moron! Turning away, he makes his way to the leader's den with a huff.
Insecurity runs deep in his veins since he was born in the world. His too long, ugly frame– too tall and too spiky. He shakes his head, clearing his self-deprecating thoughts with a frown settling on his maw. He stands in front of the leader's cave for a… long while. Thoughts swirl in his mind, of what to say and how to say it. He knows he could be blunt to a fault, stuttering harsh sounding words from his lips. Hazel eyes with dark paws kneading the earth, he bites the inside of his cheek as he pushes through the lichen barrier.
"Er.. H-Howlingstar, Ma'am?" He pops his head in the den, with a nervous ear flick. He most make a horrendous sight to behold– his coat messy, sticking up in different ways possible, eyes all wide in false panic. He quickly skitters in Howlingstar's den. Feeling cool stone beneath his paws, he glances down at the smooth floor with raised brows. How could stone be this smooth? The question drifts in his mind in a whisper. He swats the thought away.
He unceremoniously plops onto his haunches, curling his tail around his hindpaws. Deerpaw has some important business to do. But, is it really important? He looks up at the tabby leader. "Uhm…H-Hi. I w-wanted to… s-speak wuh-with you." He scrunches his muzzle, at his stuttering. He doesn't think Thunderclan's leader caught what he said. He lets his head fall towards the ground, letting himself try to speak again. But, unfortunately he can't. He keeps his mouth shut, as he lets his paws mindlessly play with his messy plumed tail.
Insecurity runs deep in his veins since he was born in the world. His too long, ugly frame– too tall and too spiky. He shakes his head, clearing his self-deprecating thoughts with a frown settling on his maw. He stands in front of the leader's cave for a… long while. Thoughts swirl in his mind, of what to say and how to say it. He knows he could be blunt to a fault, stuttering harsh sounding words from his lips. Hazel eyes with dark paws kneading the earth, he bites the inside of his cheek as he pushes through the lichen barrier.
"Er.. H-Howlingstar, Ma'am?" He pops his head in the den, with a nervous ear flick. He most make a horrendous sight to behold– his coat messy, sticking up in different ways possible, eyes all wide in false panic. He quickly skitters in Howlingstar's den. Feeling cool stone beneath his paws, he glances down at the smooth floor with raised brows. How could stone be this smooth? The question drifts in his mind in a whisper. He swats the thought away.
He unceremoniously plops onto his haunches, curling his tail around his hindpaws. Deerpaw has some important business to do. But, is it really important? He looks up at the tabby leader. "Uhm…H-Hi. I w-wanted to… s-speak wuh-with you." He scrunches his muzzle, at his stuttering. He doesn't think Thunderclan's leader caught what he said. He lets his head fall towards the ground, letting himself try to speak again. But, unfortunately he can't. He keeps his mouth shut, as he lets his paws mindlessly play with his messy plumed tail.
- ooc. @HOWLINGSTAR a nervous lad for you
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( i can't handle it… ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 7 MOONS & AGES EVERY 26TH.
✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortie and white tom with hazel eyes.
✶ thoughts ; "Speech, ff7844" ; attacks only
✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
✶ smells like fresh caramelized apples & faint damp earth musk
— all opinions are ic
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— penned by calzone
