- Oct 5, 2024
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Snow, as Lavenderpaw is discovering, suits him poorly. Or maybe it's him that poorly suits it; after all, snow is a much older beast than any of them. Lavenderpaw especially stands out starkly against its soft white hide, an unflattering speck of smoke and ink. It swallows his tiny form so easily, eager to devour him when he ventures too close to one of its many hidden mouths. Everything is evenly covered, every dent and dip in the ground disguised, just waiting to eat undersized apprentices like him.
Having been fished out of one such snowdrift for the second time today, Lavenderpaw concludes that the snow hates him and wants him gone. He shakes out his fur thoroughly and refuses further help, brushing off the warrior who had retrieved him with a tight growl of "I'm fine." His pelt burns with shame and his pride stings just as deeply as the cold stings his nose. "Can we move on already?" Maybe if they stop fussing over him sometime in the next moon, they'll get around to teaching him how to stop falling into snowdrifts.
He'd been brought out with a couple of other apprentices in a small group to train in the snow, and he feels like they're all staring at him. A pair of green eyes accidentally catches his, and he meets them with a challenging blue and gold stare of his own.
Having been fished out of one such snowdrift for the second time today, Lavenderpaw concludes that the snow hates him and wants him gone. He shakes out his fur thoroughly and refuses further help, brushing off the warrior who had retrieved him with a tight growl of "I'm fine." His pelt burns with shame and his pride stings just as deeply as the cold stings his nose. "Can we move on already?" Maybe if they stop fussing over him sometime in the next moon, they'll get around to teaching him how to stop falling into snowdrifts.
He'd been brought out with a couple of other apprentices in a small group to train in the snow, and he feels like they're all staring at him. A pair of green eyes accidentally catches his, and he meets them with a challenging blue and gold stare of his own.
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LAVENDERPAW β© he/him, apprentice of shadowclan, seven moons
β a small, spiky-furred black smoke tom with odd eyes and low white. he's resentful of being dumped at shadowclan's paws by his nonna, and avoids his new clanmates as much as he can, but in truth he's a compassionate young cat who romanticizes the world around him. he holds a deep fascination with birds of prey. ic opinions, he is in his pre-teen angst phase and it will get worse before it gets better.
β peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking β see battle info here
β penned by solaire β @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.