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Post by adrian on Dec 3, 2023 19:16:44 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/x79vLh0/coyotepaw~png When Coyotepaw first stormed in to the forest, he didn't have a destination in mind. All he knew was that he needed to cool his head or he was gonna snap at someone (again), and he couldn't think of anything colder than wandering around the woods when even the trees were blanketed in snow. His fur wasn't nearly thick enough to keep him warm, so of course, cold came quick, and that just pissed him off even more, because he wasn't about to turn back for camp right after leaving. That would be like giving up. Giving up what, he wasn't certain yet. He wasn't following any cohesive bit of logic, just some instinct that told him he couldn't submit. Not even to the snow. Not even if his paws kind of hurt. The stick he pounced on didn't necessarily deserve a thrashing from him, but it felt good to break something, and there wasn't a sign of prey anywhere that he could sniff out. Besides, he wasn't supposed to mutilate his prey, just kill it fast and bring it home. He was supposed to be respectful of every catch he made. He wasn't feeling very respectful. He was thinking he wanted a fight. "Ugh," he said, out loud, and plopped back into a seated position. Fine. He could sit here and... definitely not mope, but something not too far off from it. And then when he was good and cold and cooled off he'd return to camp. For now, though, he could at least wish Lynxpaw had followed him out, so at least he'd have someone to wander the woods with. Nothing cleared up a little loneliness like family. |
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Post by robin on Dec 5, 2023 14:15:12 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/Y86p4zP/Vulturepaw~png Vulturepaw His friend was upset. He'd known it from the moment he saw that deep set scowl on Coyotepaw's face, the way he'd stomped out of camp without so much as a chaperone to make sure that he didn't run into trouble. Vulturepaw's eyes were round as he watched the entrance for a few moments, expecting the tom to trudge back into camp at any moment, but he did not reappear. A soft chirp left the tabby tom as he started towards the entrance, hesitating when he thought about the reception he might receive. Maybe Coyotepaw wanted to be alone, he might not thank him for pursuing him - but, what if he got home? He could run into a bear or something, he might be hurt. Hurt. Yes. Vulturepaw could help with hurt, he was training to be a medicine cat! He hadn't yet learned much, but experience was the best teacher. With a quick look around to ensure no one was watching, he quickly ducked out of camp. There were so many paw prints in the snow, it seemed like finding his friend would prove impossible, but... What about the bear? The metaphorical bear. The one that might eat Coyotepaw if he didn't find him. Trotting through the snow, jaws parted to take in the scents of the forest. At first he couldn't smell anything, snow was annoying like that. It covered everything and made it smell of clean, was clean even a scent that could be smelled? He thought so. But then... Coyotepaw! Vulturepaw would recognize the scent anywhere! Flowery, like the nursery, but also warm and inviting- could something smell warm? That's how Vulturepaw felt whenever he saw his friend. Following the scent, it didn't take him long to track down the smaller apprentice- though his initial happiness at locating Coyotepaw was short lived. The tom was still upset. No less upset than he had been when Vulturepaw had first watched him storm off. "Coyotepaw?" he mewed, cautious as he approached. Unsure if he should've just left him alone to cool off, but... Friends always made him feel better when he was having a bad day. "Are you alright? Did something happen?" |
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Post by adrian on Dec 6, 2023 20:48:44 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/x79vLh0/coyotepaw~png Even though Vulturepaw wasn't slinking mysteriously out of the shadows or somehow dropping down from the branches above, as he half-expected him to be, Coyotepaw still felt a little startled hearing him approach. Not the sort of startled that made him jolt, but the sort that caused him to whip around a little faster than he'd have meant to, only to relax when he really processed who he was looking at. Letting out a short but full exhale, he said, "Did you tell anyone you left the camp? You'll piss off Maplefrost if he can't find you." Maybe he'd piss off his own mentor, too, but was that really a shocker? It was probably only a matter of time before he was reassigned. Again. At least Vulturepaw put up with him. Sometimes, he thought even his own family was exhausted dealing with his temper. Anyway, he knew his half-hearted attempts to sound responsible weren't going to deter his friend from checking in on him. And while he didn't want to talk about the things that bothered him, he didn't mind the company. It eased some of the anger in his bones. "Distract me?" he asked. |
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