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Newtbelly
he/him | Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend | 20 moons
ShadowClan Enforcer

header: @/daragca

Ice. Everywhere. Newtbelly still didn't know how to feel about leaf bare. He'd lived 20 moons now, but apparently that wasn't long enough to form an opinion. The scarcity of prey was certainly not a plus, nor was the heightened likelihood of disease - or even injury on days like this. That, and his pelt didn't do much to protect him from the cold. Still, as he nosed his was out of the warriors' den, he couldn't help but admire the state of the clearing. Dismal, yes. But dismal in a way so undeniably... Beautiful? Eugh. He wasn't one to use that word.

The tom picked his way over the ice, being exceedingly careful with his pawsteps. He couldn't think of anything more embarrassing than tripping in front of the whole clan. There would be ceremonies today. New apprentices, he figured. He hoped he'd get a new one, with Silentpaw's change in path. A small sigh escaped him. It was embarrassing to think about, but he did miss the kid. No other apprentice had matched his own personality quite so well. Not that the other two were poor apprentices - very far from it. Newtbelly, being the way he was, would always favour a cat similar to himself. All that contemplating reminded him of Tickpaw. Where even was that kid? His claws dug into the ice below him. What part of Newtbelly's training had given the 'paw the impression that it was okay to run off alone? That had to be what happened. A cat can't go missing without leaving camp.

Ah well. He tried to let the emotion leave his system, let go of it. The only thing more embarrassing than slipping over, would be outwardly displaying such feelings. He'd have many more apprentices in his time, nothing to fret about. If he got another today, maybe they'd be able to spar with Stempaw.