pafp TRY, LET ME TRY | chores

[Softsight]

In the life of every apprentice, there was the constant of doing chores, no matter your age. An apprentice was still an apprentice, and seniority didn't save anyone's tail from being put on cleaning duty, straightening up nests and taking out the old moss. Softpaw, to her own delight, didn't mind such chores, finding instead their monotony to be relaxing and able to get her mind off of anything else that was bothering her - most recently of which was the recent disappearance of the sun a few days prior.

"What do you suppose the sun disappearing meant?" Softpaw asks as she claws together old moss into a pile for later disposal. She looks up to Rookpaw, one of the apprentices on the older end of the scale. Typically she didn't converse while doing chores, but given that she had been assigned to do them with Rookpaw, she figured she might as well make herself decent and engage the other in conversation. "You don't suppose something bad will happen because of it, do you?"

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• SOFTPAW ✩ apprentice of thunderclan, six moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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