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Originally Posted by woly
Arrowpaw had been tending to himself lately. It seemed his anxiety was only growing the more he trained. Of the group he could be seen as the worrier, the mother hen, whatever youd like to call it. he had the habit of thinking of the most terrible result of any situation, his nerves riling him up easily. But recently, thats not the only thing that was bothering the small tabby. When training he had come across Airpaw and Hummingpaw. The two seemed to be out to get them, with their bullying comments that only made him feel worse about himself. The tom had low self esteem as it was, and the two bullies simply didnt help. Which left him a nervous wreck at the moment, looking over his shoulders in the clearing to make sure they were out of their site, often shaking when another cat would walk past him. But his green eyes caught sight of Finchpaw. Arrowpaw would admit he would always have a special bond with Ploverpaw. They two were joined at the hip. But Arrowpaw did love his friends dearly, and perhaps they needed to be reminded that its not always about him and Plover. When walking, Arrow had a habit of sticking close to the ground. The tom was actually the tallest of the whole group, not that anyone knew that of course. He often stuck low to the ground, belly fur dragging across the ground when walking. It was normal for him though, it was just his anxiety cats would label it. Though Arrow felt a rush of security at seeing Finchpaw, walking up to them slowly and giving a small smile,"H-hey Finchpaw!" |
A voice pulled Finchpaw from their thoughts, and they looked over to see Arrowpaw, their ears peeking up at the sight of their friend. "Hello!" They meowed with a grin. They'd grown used to their friends stuttering, and the way they walked without much pride. While Finchpaw wasn't much of a prideful cat themself, they wouldn't let others bring them down if it came down to it. Their eyes brightened at the sight of Arrowpaw. The two hadn't been the closest, but Finchpaw had always been the drifter. They didn't have one friend they particularly liked more than the other-except for Ivypaw. The two weren't very close, mainly because they were just so different. Arrowpaw and Ploverpaw had always had a special bond that Finchpaw hadn't ever experienced, but couldn't tell if whether they were jealous of it or resentful of it. Either way, they were a typically chill cat who didn't exactly hate or resent anyone for any reason. Though Finchpaw was an emotional cat, they didn't let it get in the way of their day to day life. Arrowpaw had always been the shy, worrysome one, but today in particular he seemed rather down than usual, and something was clearly bothering him besides his usual anxiety. Finchpaw's delighted face turned into one of neither anger nor rage, but something similar. "It isn't Airpaw and Hummingpaw, is it?" They asked, already knowing the answer. Of course Finchpaw wasn't angry at Arrowpaw, they were angry at the two apprentices that always seemed to hunt for trouble.