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Sharppaw does not know what she feels, drifting along the mountaintops as she did.
He ought to be relieved. Relieved that they had all found what they were looking for, and what would save the clans if they were not all littered in corpses already. Who hadn't been happy, upon their discovery? Who besides him had not lifted their voices in glee or otherwise rejoiced in their find. Maybe he could at least be sad. Sad that he would return to ShadowClan, when he spoke more easily to those around him now than he ever has with any of their clanmates. He could consider the bears, or the sickness, or the oncoming winter where prey may run worse than it did here in the mountains. Maybe if he put it like that, others would understand.
But he isn't really sad either. He feels indifferent. What he would want is a nonsensical jumble in his own head. A hoard of thoughts even he wasn't privy to. It's stupid.
Seeing the looks shared; the noble words: friends and family to go home to, Sharppaw wonders how it would be to have someone like that. And amongst the sea of strangers (–and perhaps, regardless of that even,) Smogmaw is the closest thing he has to that, even if he often did not understand his nonsense. He thinks that's pretty sad, really.
Here she is, regardless, her paws on the verge of become icicles. He had caught Smogmaw once he had spotted him, alone. And he makes it clear that he intends to sit and talk amongst the peeks. There are a number of things she could say, any one of them important– pertinent to the journey. Instead, she asks probably the least important thing " This... This journey. Was it my assessment? "
He ought to be relieved. Relieved that they had all found what they were looking for, and what would save the clans if they were not all littered in corpses already. Who hadn't been happy, upon their discovery? Who besides him had not lifted their voices in glee or otherwise rejoiced in their find. Maybe he could at least be sad. Sad that he would return to ShadowClan, when he spoke more easily to those around him now than he ever has with any of their clanmates. He could consider the bears, or the sickness, or the oncoming winter where prey may run worse than it did here in the mountains. Maybe if he put it like that, others would understand.
But he isn't really sad either. He feels indifferent. What he would want is a nonsensical jumble in his own head. A hoard of thoughts even he wasn't privy to. It's stupid.
Seeing the looks shared; the noble words: friends and family to go home to, Sharppaw wonders how it would be to have someone like that. And amongst the sea of strangers (–and perhaps, regardless of that even,) Smogmaw is the closest thing he has to that, even if he often did not understand his nonsense. He thinks that's pretty sad, really.
Here she is, regardless, her paws on the verge of become icicles. He had caught Smogmaw once he had spotted him, alone. And he makes it clear that he intends to sit and talk amongst the peeks. There are a number of things she could say, any one of them important– pertinent to the journey. Instead, she asks probably the least important thing " This... This journey. Was it my assessment? "
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OOC: @smogmaw maow :3
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( IS THAT NOT BRAVE ENOUGH FOR YOU? ) SHARPPAW: Mentored by Smogmaw
—— he / she , no pref , icked by they prns ; fine with gendered terms ( tom, molly, etc... )
—— currently 15 moons old. warrior ceremony delayed due to lackluster progress.
a dark smoke feline that stands at an above average height. Easily identifiable by her namesake – an unruly mat of fur, destined to be cluttered by inconsistencies between her chimera fur. Burdened with a broken tail. Recently, she has realized it can still function, though she has wholly believed in its utter uselessness for so long that it cannot without great effort. Anxious, antisocial, paranoid. Sharppaw has not known peace for a single time in his life, and lives anticipating inevitable dangers to the detriment of herself and others.
— Obsessed with the perceived 'game' within ShadowClan, the rules of which she is unaware of. Striving to be someone more likeable due to this.
heavy ic opinions! he sucks.