- Nov 4, 2023
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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH — A moon. Onyxpaw had been an apprentice for a full moon now, yet she still felt like she was nothing more than a kit whose paws were too big for her body. She constantly felt like she was floundering, even as she followed her mentor's instruction and internalized everything that they taught her. According to them she wasn't failing - at least not in their eyes - yet every day she felt like she was somehow falling behind. Falling behind Yellowpaw, even though she found herself trailing behind the other apprentice more often than not. Though, her mentor had implied that maybe that was why she found herself so insecure over her own abilities. She didn't have many friends to help lift her up, her own shyness rendering her silent and distant whenever others were gossiping or issuing challenges to their friends.
Onyxpaw had a feeling her mentor was right, but the how of how to fix that was a horrifying prospect.
For not the first time the chimera found herself lingering outside of the bramble bush that made up the apprentices' den, shifting nervously from paw to paw as she tried to figure out what she wanted to say. How were you meant to make friends at her age, when so many of her clanmates had already befriended those around them in the nursery? Maybe she should've asked Yellowpaw, instead of just thinking she could magically grab friends out of thin air. "Hi, I'm Onyxpaw. Do you- Her jaws snapped shut soon after the faux greeting left her, ears flattening at how awkward she still sounded. Even when she was talking to the thin air she found herself struggling, shoulders hunched and head hung. The apprentice hadn't even thought of how public her struggling was, figuring everyone else would be too busy to focus any attention on her.
Onyxpaw had a feeling her mentor was right, but the how of how to fix that was a horrifying prospect.
For not the first time the chimera found herself lingering outside of the bramble bush that made up the apprentices' den, shifting nervously from paw to paw as she tried to figure out what she wanted to say. How were you meant to make friends at her age, when so many of her clanmates had already befriended those around them in the nursery? Maybe she should've asked Yellowpaw, instead of just thinking she could magically grab friends out of thin air. "Hi, I'm Onyxpaw. Do you- Her jaws snapped shut soon after the faux greeting left her, ears flattening at how awkward she still sounded. Even when she was talking to the thin air she found herself struggling, shoulders hunched and head hung. The apprentice hadn't even thought of how public her struggling was, figuring everyone else would be too busy to focus any attention on her.
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✧ 5 moons old; ages the 1st every month
✧ bisexual; crushing on yellowpaw
✧ daughter of monarchroot and sleetjaw
✧ shadowclan born; silently loyal to her home
✧ difficult to befriend; shy to most except yellowpaw
✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
✧ peaceful powerplay allowed