Growing up not appart [p]

[Rani]

Bleedingpaw
Shadowclan Apprentice | He/Him | 6 Moons

Just a Scratch | Shadow Fiend

Bleedingpaw was starting to edging into a growth spurt. His legs were getting longer, joints knobby and too large and paws were getting oversized for his little form. Small still, but starting to show how tall he might one day get.


And he was happily wobbling his way to over to Lostspark with a giant grin on his face having spotted his mother sunning herself in the clearing.
"Mama, Mama! I can hunt now, Brairsplash taught me! And fight! Mr Pats says I need to do extra sessions to be shadowclan standard but Ive got real potential! Isnt that great!"
It probably was not special to most but for Bleedingpaw, whom often doubted of himself and was doubted that he could become a warrior, it was hopeful.


The tom weaved himself around the still larger molly, purring up a storm as he basked in being around his mother and getting to nestle into her fur, continuing to yammer away. "Im learning a lot and its really cool, I wanna learn swimming, and more herbs, and advanced hunting, and tactics, and ambushes, and predators, and and and-" It was endless but very very happy and the pretty bengal was shining like the sun he resembled, looking up at Lostspark.


@Rose