Post by Thunderp on May 27, 2016 0:45:49 GMT
The insignificance of his own existence had never really dawned upon him until now. Normally he would be making some complimentary jokes on how his starved mouse was nothing to anyone else's rabbits or birds, but for the last two moons, he hadn't been able to catch a thing. This frightened the apprentice to the point to where he would sometimes refuse to eat (or, at least not eat with anyone else.) Despite this, he kept up his happy-go-lucky self, his devious grin hiding behind every act of kindness.
It was a bit late in the evening, any cat would have to admit that. However, Blurrypaw felt a surge - excitement rushed around his lithe body like electricity. He figured he would take this momentum and straight crash it into a warrior. His emerald orbs fixated on one warrior, though it wasn't for a particular reason.
BLurrypaw wanted out. He honestly couldn't care less why, he just wanted outside of the safety of this camp. He wanted an adventure.
So, he began to express his deepest, depressing thoughts onto his face. He sulked about towards the warrior, his tail seemingly dragging against the ground, and his ears back. It was no secret that his parents didn't seem to be around too much - so he usually worked this to his advantage. "Hey, Wrensong." He meowed with a sulking undertone. Blurrypaw always portrayed himself to be a happy person, or at least sociable. He couldn't let anyone think otherwise.
"How's it going?" He meowed a second time, his whiskers twitching as his gaze turned from her to the Elder's den. "Y'know," he began, his his twitching as if he might sneeze, "I remember. A little before I became an apprentice, I use to talk to the elders a lot. A few of them always boasted and paraded around about how amazing of a hunter you are." He complimented, though the entire statement had just been a false notion of a memory he could only vaguely remember. Noting the rather small mouse he pulled back from today's hunt with a tilt of his head, he questioned her, "I-I was wondering if you'd be able to help me. I know that Weaselstrike is suppose to teach me, but he's been a bit busy, y'know?"
"Maybe we could run out of the camp, yeah? While we still have a little bit of light?" He paused, before stepping back and looking up at her, "I mean, unless you're too tired to help me out. I mean, I suppose I can ask someone else..." He gave a small pout, looking away before muttering. "Wish Foxhowl or Mapleleaf would. You'd expect them to want to try and do something with their only kits, huh?" He mentioned the names bitterly, before swirling around, "Well, if not, would you at least like to come eat with me? It really does get rather boring with Murkpaw and Owlpaw. I'm sure you're much better company than them, anyway." He admitted his thoughts.
It was a bit late in the evening, any cat would have to admit that. However, Blurrypaw felt a surge - excitement rushed around his lithe body like electricity. He figured he would take this momentum and straight crash it into a warrior. His emerald orbs fixated on one warrior, though it wasn't for a particular reason.
BLurrypaw wanted out. He honestly couldn't care less why, he just wanted outside of the safety of this camp. He wanted an adventure.
So, he began to express his deepest, depressing thoughts onto his face. He sulked about towards the warrior, his tail seemingly dragging against the ground, and his ears back. It was no secret that his parents didn't seem to be around too much - so he usually worked this to his advantage. "Hey, Wrensong." He meowed with a sulking undertone. Blurrypaw always portrayed himself to be a happy person, or at least sociable. He couldn't let anyone think otherwise.
"How's it going?" He meowed a second time, his whiskers twitching as his gaze turned from her to the Elder's den. "Y'know," he began, his his twitching as if he might sneeze, "I remember. A little before I became an apprentice, I use to talk to the elders a lot. A few of them always boasted and paraded around about how amazing of a hunter you are." He complimented, though the entire statement had just been a false notion of a memory he could only vaguely remember. Noting the rather small mouse he pulled back from today's hunt with a tilt of his head, he questioned her, "I-I was wondering if you'd be able to help me. I know that Weaselstrike is suppose to teach me, but he's been a bit busy, y'know?"
"Maybe we could run out of the camp, yeah? While we still have a little bit of light?" He paused, before stepping back and looking up at her, "I mean, unless you're too tired to help me out. I mean, I suppose I can ask someone else..." He gave a small pout, looking away before muttering. "Wish Foxhowl or Mapleleaf would. You'd expect them to want to try and do something with their only kits, huh?" He mentioned the names bitterly, before swirling around, "Well, if not, would you at least like to come eat with me? It really does get rather boring with Murkpaw and Owlpaw. I'm sure you're much better company than them, anyway." He admitted his thoughts.
