ROCKY TERRAIN // o, intro

^{MAYBE I’M TO BLAME, MAYBE I’M NOT —}

^{Rampaw gave his thick coat a hard shake. Everything hurt. Nothing was apparently wrong with the newly made apprentice, but from the tired look in his eyes and his sluggish, rigid movements, one may be able to tell that he wasn’t feeling great. He wasn’t sick; more like overworked. His muscles ached and his joints screamed for him to lay down. His late night walks didn’t help his mood, either. It was important to note that, despite this, he didn’t complain. He still offered himself up for work and patrols, despite the complaints from both his family—well, some, namely his sister—and clanmates. Now, that the sun was beginning to disappear over the horizon and others were settling down for the day, Rampaw’s own body begged for a break.}

^{Not yet.}

^{The apprentice sighed as he sat himself down just outside camp, his tired blue eyes resting on the gradually darkening territory of SkyClan, his mind insisting that he needed to keep going. He needed to do better. Maybe he should go hunting or patrol the far edges of the territory. Yeah, that might do some good, right?}

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^{MAYBE I’M TO BLAME, MAYBE I’M NOT —}

^{//ty <3 his sibling(s) and mother should be around soonish i do believe, just as a heads up! that should be fun, haha.}

^{Rampaw’s pale ears shot up at the sound of a familiar voice, that of a cat much higher in the hierarchy than he was. Normally being a snappy and harsh-tongued feline by nature, the poor boy would try and make himself presentable in front of her. Maybe his father would approve of that—if he could muster up the energy needed to look professional, anything was possible.}

^{Clwaring his throat, Rampaw responded in a stoic and forced, energized tone, “I suppose.” His answer was this because he actually wasn’t quite sure if he was ‘early’ or not based on her terms. In his mind, he had done less than acceptable amount of work, but no one else seemed to think that. Well, maybe his tough-love, harsh-mouthed father, but the young tom knew that others had lower, more child-like expectations—at least thats what he thought them to be. Giving his tired body another shake, the feline gave a small glance in Glacewing’s direction, adding, “Was there something you needed, Glacewing? More hunting could be done.” He was quick to add on a potential extension to the work he had already done. It would make him look better in the long run, he knew, and his father could see him busy, providing for his clan.}

^{It was hard to believe this stoic, tired apprentice was just six moons of age.}

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