[silver.]

bitternpaw
he/him // 7 moons // shadowclan app.

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Ugh... So much commotion. It was giving him a headache. Crouched in the clearing, tired eyes watch as clan mates bicker and move to and fro, front paws clamped over his ears in some attempt to block out the noise. Didn't they all have anything better to do? Patrol, hunt... Something? Just thinking about it gives him the itch to get out of camp and chase something down. Gold hues move from body to body, hoping that someone would make eye contact with him. If desperate eye contact was made with some sad soul hopefully they would get the hint and take him out to hunt. Please get him out of here!

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