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†Sharppaw had hoped that this whole thing would be a breath of fresh air. It’s not so much better though, not really.
Her feelings are still there, but they’re not the kind that she can rip into shreds and focus into catching a plump toad. They’re the kind that just make her feel sad and just sort of awful. An inflection of voice that’s not quite right – a face that she does not manage correctly. His skin crawls after he does nothing at all, and he figures he must’ve missed someone or something while thinking too hard about someone or something.
Not thinking so hard about things is so much easier. But wouldn’t it be much easier to get him killed that way, too? He doesn’t know what face to make; what to do with his ears. He is staring straight ahead at the setting sun, suddenly – relatively alone with the likes of Iciclefang. It’s easy for him to keep forgetting, because his mind is apparently keen to drift. " Are you ever embarassed? " he suddenly blurts, dipping his head just slightly. His eyes are caught between too many things. The white of Iciclefang’s paws – and then, the sun again. " Of... Fernpaw, " he breathes clarification, trying not to show the frantic twitch of his whiskers.
Sharppaw can't look at her.
Smogmaw managed to be liked, with his dead face and sore throat. Sharppaw ought to do the same if such a thing was charming.
Her feelings are still there, but they’re not the kind that she can rip into shreds and focus into catching a plump toad. They’re the kind that just make her feel sad and just sort of awful. An inflection of voice that’s not quite right – a face that she does not manage correctly. His skin crawls after he does nothing at all, and he figures he must’ve missed someone or something while thinking too hard about someone or something.
Not thinking so hard about things is so much easier. But wouldn’t it be much easier to get him killed that way, too? He doesn’t know what face to make; what to do with his ears. He is staring straight ahead at the setting sun, suddenly – relatively alone with the likes of Iciclefang. It’s easy for him to keep forgetting, because his mind is apparently keen to drift. " Are you ever embarassed? " he suddenly blurts, dipping his head just slightly. His eyes are caught between too many things. The white of Iciclefang’s paws – and then, the sun again. " Of... Fernpaw, " he breathes clarification, trying not to show the frantic twitch of his whiskers.
Sharppaw can't look at her.
Smogmaw managed to be liked, with his dead face and sore throat. Sharppaw ought to do the same if such a thing was charming.
- OOC: @iciclefang ,,, rah
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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. Though recently, she has realized it still has some use, she has wholey believed in its utter uselessness for so long that it cannot without great effort. anxious, antisocial, paranoid. Sharppaw is a creature living in constant fear. Most thoughts are irrational, but consistent in that they are borne from pessimism and generalized anxieties.
— Obsessed with the perceived 'game' within ShadowClan, the rules of which she is unaware of. Striving to be someone more likeable due to this. Prone to occassional bouts of impulsive behavior, as it has proved to benefit him, so far.