KEEP WHAT YOU KILL ☆ PRIVATE

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AND IT NEVER MADE ANY SENSE, ANYTHING

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MAGGOTPAW . 7 MOONS . IT/THEY . WINDCLAN

Maggotpaw shivers and sulks and sulks and shivers. It's inherited all of its mother's thin fur and seemingly none of her toughness, so as the weather turns colder by the day, Maggotpaw becomes less and less willing to leave its nest even to find a sunbeam to nap in. It'd hide in here forever if it could, sticking its skinny legs out of its nest to trip its denmates and rearranging the tufts of rabbit fluff and bird feathers that it keeps its nest cozy with...only today, something incredible has happened. Something monumental, never before heard of.

Today, Maggotpaw wants to go outside.

They can hardly believe it themself. There they'd been, tightly curled up against the chill of the late morning, chasing after a dream they'd just woken up from where they had been racing after rabbits in the Windy Hills...only, then Maggotpaw realized, it could do that in real life. While it's never fancied itself to be much of a hunter, it has always enjoyed running, especially if there's somethinng to run after or away from, and the idea of finishing a sprint by jumping on a target of some kind is just. It just. It seems so satisfying. Maggotpaw can remember its dream so clearly now, how badly it'd wanted to jump on one of those rabbits.

Okay. Alright. Fine. It'll go try this out for real, then.

Maggotpaw forces itself up, gritting its teeth against the discomfort, and trudges out into the clearing.

"Whisperinghive! Whisperinghive, something's wrong! Help!! Helphelphelp!"

@ChaosBringer. ; WHISPERINGHIVE
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[ChaosBringer.]

Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose.
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]



It had been an exhausting few days for the warrior. The smoke, Maggotpaw, new siblings, it all made him eant to bury himself in... something and sleep forever. Yes, he loved his siblings more than anything, but their squeals and constant screaming made his spine itch. Whisperinghive stretched out his legs as he lay in his nest, the tips of his claws unsheathing for a moment. Then the thought his of his apprentice assulted his mind. Maggotpaw. Stubborn, very stubborn, annoying, but an... ok(?) kid. As he thought about what to do with his apprentice today, its shrill screams and cries echoed through the still air. Whisperinghive snapped his head up, his dull green eyes fixed out to the clearing. What was that?! Wait, that was Maggotpaw! The warrior quickly bounded out of the warrior's den and into the clearing and towards Maggotpaw before skidding to a stop in front of them.


"What's wrong? Did something get into the apprentice's den? Did someone claw you?" He asked with great amounts of concern, his fur bristled and his claws digging into the ground.


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