Snowypaw
Paws aching with the exhaustion of the day's patrol, Snowypaw entered the apprentice's den quietly, only his shuffling making any noise. Bleary eyes barely staying open, the massive tom had hoped to gather a meal at the prey pile before taking a nap. Unfortunately, while he was certainly done for the day after Peachfrost had reported to Fallownose, there was no denying that he still carried the reek of ShadowClan on him thanks to that horrendous crowfood he had stepped on. Between Peachfrost's joke and the thought of the pile of rot still making him shudder, he couldn't find it in him to gather up much of an appetite with the smell. Deciding to heed the warrior's words as a suggestion, Snowypaw thought it best he bathe himself properly before he had his meal. Regrettably, he realized that while he
had cleaned himself as best as he could, the smell was now stubbornly clinging to his nose, killing any lingering hunger he might have been feeling prior.
With a sigh, the spotted tom blindly stumbled around, attempting to head towards his nest. True to his kit days, he had chosen the nest furthest from the entrance he could find on his first day as an apprentice. He figured it was well out of the way of the other apprentices, and he wouldn't be in anyone's way if they had to leave the den while he was sleeping. The one thing the quiet apprentice had not counted on, however, was his ability to trip and fall on other's nests on his way to his own, a fact that he was now painfully reminded of as he stepped on his right paw with his left, slipping and landing squarely on an unoccupied nest.
A slow groan escaped Snowypaw, the pitch lower than his voice usually carried. He commanded his paws to help him get up, but they seemed to be feeling rather rebellious at the moment and not inclined to help, even after his commanding turned into more pleading attempts at negotiating with them. Tail lashing out in anger at himself, Snowypaw scoffed, his face still half buried in the nest's moss lining as he hadn't made much of an effort to lift it after his fall. His nose still heavily laced with the smell of crowfood, the tom couldn't make out the scent of any of his denmates on the nest. Deciding an unused nest was just as good a place to take a nap as his usual nest was, he remained where he was, his exhaustion winning over his usual fear of being in someone's way. Besides, it was just a little nap in an empty nest. Surely nothing could go wrong with that?
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Wintermist