{$title} Snakepaw volunters for nursery work, but there seems to be something in his mind...

The day was hot, almost no breeze to help cool down the pocosin's cats' fur. To make matters worse, the humidity was high, making it a miserable experience to be outside. In such conditions, the diluted tortie apprentice paced outside the nursery for what felt like an eternity, not sure about what to do. He could enter the nursery and talk to Timberfrost. He knew the caretaker was inside, he could smell him there. Or he could leave and forget about whatever was in his mind. Well 'whatever', more like what has been in his mind for many moons now: Fleafire.
With a deep sigh, Snakepaw entered the nursery carefully, unsure of how to proceed. He had something in his mind, something he wanted to talk about, especially to Timberfrost. However, he didn't feel it was his place to enter the nursery and start dumping his thoughts on unsuspecting cats. Instead, he sat down at the entrance of the nursery. He noticed Timberfrost was occupied with his duties, so Snakepaw cleared his throat, calling for attention.
"Uh, hi, can I, uh, help you with anything?" he asked, his tail wagging slowly from one side to the other.
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SNAKEPAW he/him, shadowclanner, 14 moons.
☆ A lanky blue diluted tortie with green eyes. Stands of average, almost tall for his age, height.
☆ Mentored by Loudclaw (NPC)
☆ No family
☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.