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Post by daph on Dec 5, 2021 15:13:06 GMT -5
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❝You're showing me colours of the sky,
But all I see is Grey
Mintpaw
Moonclan Apprentice
A grumpy bean
It was late, far too late for the young Moonclan apprentice to be awake currently. But the tom couldn’t sleep from his sister snoring in his ear and the other annoying sounds his fellow apprentices were making in their sleep. “Fucking choke on your snore Mottledpaw.” The growl eliciting from his throat as he moved out of the nest. Mintpaw, moving at a trot now to exit out of the den and scanning his icey-blue eyes around the camp clearing. Not too many other clanmates were awake at this odd time. “Perfect opportunity to go to go a late-night walk.” Mumbling the words at the snow-colored bengal set off to exit through the camp entrance.
The cold leaf-bare air making the short fur spike up along his body as the lean tom kept trotting through the woods. All the way to the lake his little paws carried him, where the scent of a frog made the end of his tail quiver in an anticipation shooting throughout his entire system. “Now that I know how to catch the stupid frogs maybe I can please Cloverberry and get an alive frog to bring back to camp….” Mumbling the sentence to himself as he crouched down and sniffed the air. Taking a few seconds to locate the scent of the frog that was nearby. Mintpaw, blinking his ice-blue eyes that locked onto the frog that was a couple paw steps from the water’s edge.
“You stay still, and I’ll just catch you and bring you back for Cloverberry to be proud of me. Give that prehistoric lady something to be proud of me about. Huh?” whispering the words aloud as the young tom crouched into a hunter’s crouch with his whiskers now twitching in a nervousness that was running through him. Why did he want to please the older she-cat anyways? Mintpaw, shaking his head to clear his mind as he took a step foreword with the muscles tensing under his pelt. Finally, leaping at the frog as it let out a croak and hopped to get away, but failing as it was caught by the apprentice.
Mintpaw,now holding onto the live frog like a newfound trophy he collected, as he set off at a trot once more. Stopping at the sound of a voice calling out. Hmmm that was strange who else would be out at this time? The curiosity now making the young apprentice move his paws in the direction of the hello. A growl electing from his throat when he spotted the flame-point tom of Sunclan. Dropping the frog down gently as he moved one paw to hold onto it. “Who the fuck are you? Obviously you reek of Sunclan so you’re a stupid sunclanner but who you are I don’t know.” Mintpaw letting another growl rumble out of his throat as his eyes narrowed at Dewpaw across the border.
The cold leaf-bare air making the short fur spike up along his body as the lean tom kept trotting through the woods. All the way to the lake his little paws carried him, where the scent of a frog made the end of his tail quiver in an anticipation shooting throughout his entire system. “Now that I know how to catch the stupid frogs maybe I can please Cloverberry and get an alive frog to bring back to camp….” Mumbling the sentence to himself as he crouched down and sniffed the air. Taking a few seconds to locate the scent of the frog that was nearby. Mintpaw, blinking his ice-blue eyes that locked onto the frog that was a couple paw steps from the water’s edge.
“You stay still, and I’ll just catch you and bring you back for Cloverberry to be proud of me. Give that prehistoric lady something to be proud of me about. Huh?” whispering the words aloud as the young tom crouched into a hunter’s crouch with his whiskers now twitching in a nervousness that was running through him. Why did he want to please the older she-cat anyways? Mintpaw, shaking his head to clear his mind as he took a step foreword with the muscles tensing under his pelt. Finally, leaping at the frog as it let out a croak and hopped to get away, but failing as it was caught by the apprentice.
Mintpaw,now holding onto the live frog like a newfound trophy he collected, as he set off at a trot once more. Stopping at the sound of a voice calling out. Hmmm that was strange who else would be out at this time? The curiosity now making the young apprentice move his paws in the direction of the hello. A growl electing from his throat when he spotted the flame-point tom of Sunclan. Dropping the frog down gently as he moved one paw to hold onto it. “Who the fuck are you? Obviously you reek of Sunclan so you’re a stupid sunclanner but who you are I don’t know.” Mintpaw letting another growl rumble out of his throat as his eyes narrowed at Dewpaw across the border.