- Sep 17, 2024
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Dreary clouds cover the sky and bring blankets of shadow into the camp below. Merlinpaw can't help but think the sight pretty in a strange, melancholically abstract way. They're not quite certain where the thought came from, usually their mind is quiet, nothing much to think about beyond typical apprentice duties considering they tend to stay away from any and all drama or whatnot. And socializing with their peers? No thank you. Merlinpaw can hardly interpret their own thoughts and emotions most of the time, but the idea of needing to do that for other cats? It's not even remotely appealing.
Friends... that's a concept almost as foreign the the blue hued apprentice as the idea of running through the moors or climbing the trees. Alien. It makes his insides squirm uncomfortably and he can't explain why. It's not as if making friends is impossible... nearly every cat in RiverClan has at least one they can consider friend, but Merlin? No... he'd actively avoided all attempts as of late and, since earning his 'paw name, he'd avoided them even more than he had as a kit. Why? They're... not sure. It could be a number of the reasons above, it could be none of them. Maybe Merlinpaw just isn't cut out for understanding cats, for making friends, or for forming real connections or bonds. But this isn't a pity party, and they've come to terms with this in some aspects.
They sit down near the entrance to the apprentices' den now, chewing the mud and muck from their claws. There's still chores to do, and they don't particularly fancy the idea of den reinforcement or checking the elders for ticks, but a job is a job. It gives them something to do, to focus their energy on instead of the pointless act of people watching. He'll never understand why cats do any of the things they do regardless of if he's watching it happen or not, so might as well put that energy into something useful. For the moment, though, they choose to finish their grooming.
Friends... that's a concept almost as foreign the the blue hued apprentice as the idea of running through the moors or climbing the trees. Alien. It makes his insides squirm uncomfortably and he can't explain why. It's not as if making friends is impossible... nearly every cat in RiverClan has at least one they can consider friend, but Merlin? No... he'd actively avoided all attempts as of late and, since earning his 'paw name, he'd avoided them even more than he had as a kit. Why? They're... not sure. It could be a number of the reasons above, it could be none of them. Maybe Merlinpaw just isn't cut out for understanding cats, for making friends, or for forming real connections or bonds. But this isn't a pity party, and they've come to terms with this in some aspects.
They sit down near the entrance to the apprentices' den now, chewing the mud and muck from their claws. There's still chores to do, and they don't particularly fancy the idea of den reinforcement or checking the elders for ticks, but a job is a job. It gives them something to do, to focus their energy on instead of the pointless act of people watching. He'll never understand why cats do any of the things they do regardless of if he's watching it happen or not, so might as well put that energy into something useful. For the moment, though, they choose to finish their grooming.
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ooc - could've sworn i posted this this morning *squints* oh well. open to anyone !! -
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(image) Merlinpaw * they/him* 8 moons
short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
penned by Neptune.