a thorn in my side. [p]

[silver.]

bitternpaw
he/him // 7 moons // shc apprentice
purrks: agatha kitty, the collector, rapid recovery

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Another day, rotting away with the setting sun. Every day he wasn't being taken out to train by his mentor was a day he spent pacing the camp clearing, watching for a modicum of action to pop up. Today was just one of those days where his pleading eyes met no one else's. Despite the mink attack going successfully, Shadowclan was still running the same dreadfully boring way as usual. No one was going out. No one was doing anything. It was driving him absolutely insane. Flopping onto his side he stares wistfully at the exit of camp, thinking of the things he could be doing if he was a warrior. He ought to be a warrior already with how devoted and hardworking he was. Dawnstar needed to see it. Needed to see how he wanted to succeed!

He pictures himself out in the territory, chasing after squirrels. Pouncing on shrews. Catching blackbirds. He would patrol the border and reinforce Shadowclan's scent like a real warrior would. And then he would... Do... Something else, probably. He's not sure what else he would do, actually. Maybe continue to hunt or explore or... Something. Ugh! Even his thoughts were being corrupted by this stalemate of nothingness.

Tearing his gaze away with a half-hearted sigh, he picks himself back up and begins to groom his pelt, an ear twitching as he stays alert to the sound of camp. Life was so mundane when you were an apprentice. Wasn't there anything he could do to help out aside from clean dens?

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