ThunderClan Leader's Den

[Jayvines]

~ Mistheart ~

Cautiously padding over to Bumblestar's den, the small grey warrior attempted to lick down a few stray pieces of moss and debris that littered her pelt. She would need to make herself a new nest soon seeing as she'd practically torn apart her current one with her pacing around in circles in an attempt to psych herself up to speak with her leader outside of polite greetings every now and again.

Clearing her throat, Mistheart ran a final paw over her face before stepping up to the den entrance.

"Excuse me... Bumblestar, may I speak with you for a moment?"

[ @dino. ]

[Dark]

Swanpaw

She/Her - They/them
(14/100)
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CW: Anxiety, Self-depreciation

Not hearing the approaching footsteps, Swanpaw nearly jumped out of their skin when they felt a touch at their shoulder and subsequently a brush past them into the den. ”I’M SORRRYYY DON’T EAT MEEE!” She wailed, jumping back.

Oh, false alarm. It was Bumblestar. There was just one thing…

That was worse.

Pelt burning hot with embarrassment, Swanpaw looked at the ground and dragged her feet as she followed after the clan’s leader. She was cooked. She had messed up so badly and now she was about to be exiled. She wouldn’t see Mommy, Daddy, Sunpaw, or even Elkpaw again! This was terrible, so very terrible…

”B-bumblyst-star.” She cringed inwardly as she once again made that mistake. Ears pinned against her head, she closed her eyes tightly and crouched down to make herself look smaller. ”M-may I a-a-ask you s-something?” She braced herself for the no, for the yelling she was sure to come. She deserved it after all, how could she mess up so much?

[ @dino. ]