"look at the fresh-kill pile," the apprentice groaned without opening his eyes, wishing he had been smarter about the hawk and pushed bluepaw and himself under a bush or something. then he wouldn't be in his situation, looking all weak in front of the entire clan.
but then again, they also probably wouldn't have caught the hawk in that situation. and the clan needed prey, much more than they needed him. 'and you're just hurt, not dead,' he reminded himself.
she's something like 14 moons but she's pretty small and not that strong, he could probs catch her by surprise without much difficulty! her strengths are hunting/swimming as opposed to fighting ect so
yep sure! could you start a thread & tag me? *^*
the gray apprentice flinched as he felt the fellow apprentice rest her tail on his shoulders: such a slight touch, yet it sent tiny painful shocks down his back. 'stupid. run next time. you're a windclan cat. you're built to run.'
(short because i mean he's kinda not all that up for dialogue or movement rn)
