- Mar 19, 2024
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❝ IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN ✧°.☀ ————————————
AMBER EYES WATCH SOLEMNLY as the patrol leaves for tonight's gathering, his mentor amidst the group. Roaringpaw's sickness meant he couldn't attend, couldn't hear first-hand what the other Clans were up to, couldn't meet new cats and see old faces (would Bonepaw of ShadowClan be there? He hoped not, as he wouldn't be there either, and to miss a friend would destroy his spirit.... more than the illness had).
The sepia tom was seated right outside Gentlestorm's den, lethargic and disheartened as he was he still wished safe travels to Copperfang and the others; although he found himself unable to smile at them (despite knowing this predicament was his own fault and no one else's, Roaringpaw was rather childish at times - if asked, he would blame his sickness for his lack of enthusiasm, which wasn't completely untrue). A warm Greenleaf breeze ruffles his pelt and he lies down in silence. Some cats were grouped in their own conversations, yet the apprentice remained by himself, no strength in his muscles to carry him far beyond the medic's den. Besides, what if I end up collapsing and they have to carry me back? It would be an inconvenience to his clanmates.
"speech" thoughts
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AMBER EYES WATCH SOLEMNLY as the patrol leaves for tonight's gathering, his mentor amidst the group. Roaringpaw's sickness meant he couldn't attend, couldn't hear first-hand what the other Clans were up to, couldn't meet new cats and see old faces (would Bonepaw of ShadowClan be there? He hoped not, as he wouldn't be there either, and to miss a friend would destroy his spirit.... more than the illness had).
The sepia tom was seated right outside Gentlestorm's den, lethargic and disheartened as he was he still wished safe travels to Copperfang and the others; although he found himself unable to smile at them (despite knowing this predicament was his own fault and no one else's, Roaringpaw was rather childish at times - if asked, he would blame his sickness for his lack of enthusiasm, which wasn't completely untrue). A warm Greenleaf breeze ruffles his pelt and he lies down in silence. Some cats were grouped in their own conversations, yet the apprentice remained by himself, no strength in his muscles to carry him far beyond the medic's den. Besides, what if I end up collapsing and they have to carry me back? It would be an inconvenience to his clanmates.
"speech" thoughts
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