high tensions (quillpaw hunting lesson) [p]

[furrensic]

QUILLPAW
he/him. 7 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ no purrks ]

quillpaw can proudly say that he cares deeply for his family, he loves them. why wouldn't he? he's tied to them by blood, and for the moment, they haven't done anything to make him despise them. only irk him. however, maybe he's growing a bit of..resentment for his father despite their lack of interactions. darkfall's outburst at redrobin's event was enough to make his pelt burn with shame. his father is definitely below his mother on the likeability scale.

still, that's his father. he's tied to him by the blood running through his veins, the blue eye he adorns, his dark pelt. whether quillpaw likes it or not..he's related to darkfall. and lately, his family seems more separated than ever. even howl--- heronpaw was nowhere to be seen lately. she's too gloomy for her own good, but I'm sure she's fine, the apprentice reasons with a flick of his tail before he steps out of his nest and exits the apprentice's den.

it's early sunrise, the morning sun just barely peeks over the looming pine trees of the territory as he nears the warrior's den. he peers inside curiously, trying to spot his father. after a moments inspection, he gets a little impatient. "father!" the tabby calls, eyes narrowing slightly. it's clear he's not concerned about whether he accidentally wakes a few warriors or not – they should get up anyway.

"teach me how to hunt." it's not a request, it's a demand. as simple as that. let's just hope he doesn't explode on another cat on our way to the territory, he thinks with a small scoff as he waits.

[ @Dark ]