[bambi]

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⏾ :「 Fawn : paw 」
↳ { 48 / 100 }
— she / her : 10 moons
riverclan paw
”black feline with a floppy ear - blue eyes”
⌞ @Marigoldwhisper — Owlstar ⌝

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➥ The apprentice brightens at Owlstars words, a small smile appearing on her face.With her head tilted, she nods, her tail gently attempting to make space for her to sit by shuffling the leaves back. After actually sitting down, blue eyes flit to the place she had missed the catch of a darting bird, cringing slightly at the recall of the flashback. Jeez, that certain memory wouldn’t go away for a long time. Why was it always the super embarrassing memories that nagged her mind so much? She would never probably know. Loud, messy, fast, and a concerning amount of blood alongside it. Great! Fawnpaw stiffens at her mentors abrupt action, opening her maw to speak out about the debris but pauses and stops. ”Tail and wings. Right,” she mews out softly, although it’s still stored as a note to herself mentally. Standing up again, she nips leaves off of her hind legs before her attention turns to Owlstar. ”ah - okay.” Fawnpaw dips her head to store the small pieces of prey in her mouth, letting them hang securely as she follows after the leader.

➥ It seemed so quiet. In a peaceful sort of quiet. Maybe it was because Owlstar wasn’t really talkative. Maybe she was. I mean, she only talks when needed. I think. Ah. Well. Dropping the pieces of prey to bury them, the black feline pauses for a second at the tabby’s words, slightly scrunching her nose at the smell of dampness. As she quickly turned to a trot to speed up to Owlstar, she pauses. ”Swimming..?” she murmurs, blue eyes gazing at the crashes of the water. She hadn’t exactly ever touched water besides from drinking it, but she felt weirdly motivated to do so. Fawnpaw glanced at her mentor, before forcibly splashing one paw in.

➥ The apprentice stares at the water, slowly but surely she slides in, pushing through against the slowed gravity of the waters.She growls quietly in annoyance, feeling her fur get damper by the second. Fawnpaw stiffens at the sight of way smaller fish darting past but she still wades through, paws trying to adjust with the waters movements. Blue eyes momentarily look up at Owlstar, who seems more displeased then her to be swimming, but her attention turns back to just getting to a safe-ish deep height of the water.