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Beijingpaw was rather affected by recent events, as one could probably tell. Any casual observer would notice the falter in his step, the slight hunch in his shoulders, the glaze over his normally crystalline blue eyes.
The apprentice was on the verge of breaking down into a heaping pool of rage and disorder. His mind was an absolute vortex of emotions. The recent events hadn't exactly helped. There was too much death, too much loss and pain. He was like a fragile vase. One more bump, and he would shatter.
The snow leopard was doing rather well that day. He'd eaten a meal and taken a walk to try and stabilize himself, to try and get himself in order. He was really the only one who could tell how broken his spirit was at this point. He looked like average Beijingpaw. But one factor, one thing set him off for good.
His artist's block. His deficiency of creativity.
The wildcat always had relied on drawing and daydreaming as a great pastime. Anyone could tell he was absorbed in thought when he began to doodle on the ground. But today, he couldn't muster a simple sketch. His mind had reached its breaking point, and he had no energy to think.
When all he could muster to draw was scribbles, he exploded. The apprentice ran in a fury, alternating from shredding a tree's bark to banging his head against the ground. His veins, his nerves, they were filled with pure rage. He stopped and stood at the edge of the lake, his claws digging into the dirt. Beijingpaw let out a yowl, a yowl filled with desperation and anger, rage and confusion. He didn't know why this was happening. Why him? Why now? All he could think about right now is about how much he wanted to tear out someone's throat.
//summary if you have no energy to read:
Beijingpaw is standing at the edge of the lake, yelling really angrily and loudly and stuff y'know
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