Snowypaw
Massive paws pounded up and down the WindClan's camp clearing, mismatched ears flattened against the tom's broad head as unusually angry, restless eyes marred his normally gentle demeanor. He'd had such an amazing outing with Squirrelear. He'd learned to hunt proper, been taught battle moves, and then had come back home with vole in maw to show off to Deadmoon. His mentor. Who... was nowhere to be found.
Snowypaw had stayed by the camp's entrance, eagerly awaiting her return until dawn the next day, when with a sinking feeling in his gut he realized the pale brown molly was not coming back. This had been a fair few days ago, and the agitation, desperation, and despair in his heart had grown stronger with each passing moment. Without a mentor, he'd been once more relegated to camp tasks and training what Squirrelear had taught him during his free time, only to go back to pacing and praying that Deadmoon would return safe come nightfall. She hadn't yet... but he'd be there. He would be waiting for her. Welcome her with stern words for disappearing if she was alright - he wouldn't, but he could fool himself for now - or drag her to Cowpaw's den if she was hurt.
Anything and everything crossed his mind as to what kind of scenario would have kept her away. Anything except her death. No. Snowypaw wouldn't go there. He couldn't. His heart simply could not handle that much for now.
A hiss escaped the apprentice as a sharp pain stabbed at his paw. Lifting it up, he noticed the pad had been walked raw, blood leaking through sand encrusted skin. A tsk escaped him as he lashed out his tail in anger. The massive apprentice knew better than to keep pacing like this. Looking around the camp for a place to sit down, his gaze landed on Scalepaw, looking every bit as gloomy and lost as he felt.
Despite his bitterness, Snowypaw's eyes couldn't help but soften with concern at his denmate. He'd heard rumors about the gray tom's condition and his fleeting memory. The gentle giant couldn't even begin to imagine how hard it must be to be so surrounded by friends and family yet have them be nothing more than strangers. Deciding his time would be better spent giving Scalepaw some company over brooding over his own worries, the mostly white furred apprentice limped slightly towards his denmate. Saying nothing, he sat down, dipping his head in his usual, silent greeting before lifting his paw and giving it a careful swipe with his tongue, wincing as he cleaned the wounded pad free of sand.
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~SilverShine~