- Nov 14, 2023
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Everything had went oh so wrong. This was not how the day had been suppose to go. Basilpaw had really tried his best, hadn't he?. He felt like he had been but it hadn't been enough. It was never enough. The result of his efforts were this. Blood spilled and dripping. Pain that streamed down his face. It hurt alot. The shook of it was probably the worst of it all. How unprepared he had been. Words spat out like a livid storm that would forever leave a scar on the young apprentice heart. Scars that never would heal just like his face never would. Not completely. It would never look like it had done before. Always he would be reminded of it. Always and forever. How foolish he had been.
" I need Magpiepaw or Starlingheart!." Spiderwing would call out as they walked into camp with a bitter snarl across their features. Beyond annoyed and angry they were as they took the lead far ahead of their own apprentice who came almost crawling into camp far behind them, tail and head hang lowly with a trail of dripped blood to follow them. Basilpaw looked at nobody as he kept his attention down on the ground with his sole working eye. The other eye was closed for now and despite the pain he felt across it didn't cry. Three deep and fresh scars made of claws had scarred him across the eye, and the blood just kept on dripping, to fall like they where the replacement for his own tears.
Basilpaw the usual chatterbox where dead silent for once as he just walked behind his mentor who was trying to begrudgingly find them assistence, or someone to drop Basilpaw on because he knew painfully well that his mentor was beyond furious at him right now.... All because of one simply thing.
He had just wanted to catch his first prey just like Lividpaw and Snowpaw had. So how could it have gone so wrong?.
" I need Magpiepaw or Starlingheart!." Spiderwing would call out as they walked into camp with a bitter snarl across their features. Beyond annoyed and angry they were as they took the lead far ahead of their own apprentice who came almost crawling into camp far behind them, tail and head hang lowly with a trail of dripped blood to follow them. Basilpaw looked at nobody as he kept his attention down on the ground with his sole working eye. The other eye was closed for now and despite the pain he felt across it didn't cry. Three deep and fresh scars made of claws had scarred him across the eye, and the blood just kept on dripping, to fall like they where the replacement for his own tears.
Basilpaw the usual chatterbox where dead silent for once as he just walked behind his mentor who was trying to begrudgingly find them assistence, or someone to drop Basilpaw on because he knew painfully well that his mentor was beyond furious at him right now.... All because of one simply thing.
He had just wanted to catch his first prey just like Lividpaw and Snowpaw had. So how could it have gone so wrong?.
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