Expectations { Withered + Split RP }

One paw after another. Carefully taking steps, as his wobbly pawsteps as he padded out the medicine cat den. He didn't reach far before slip and falling on his chin, a small growl accompanying his failure. He wanted out of this den and back with his denmates; he knew his wounds would cause a delay in his apprentice training and his new temporary home would be Baystorm's den. From his talon wounds to possible bruised bones, someone of his age usually would've died. How he survived, he'd never know.

He laid near the entrance of the den, collecting himself before standing carefully and settling on his haunches, moving slowly, and exhaling, looking out into the dawning day. Birds overhead singing their graces on the new day. Felines waking up to tend to their duties, and the dawn patrol heading out. He missed being nestled up in his mother's fur... And even though his siblings were annoying, he loved them dearly and missed them as well. He let out a small sigh and looked down at his mixed paws.