{$title} Boarpaw is excited for Hopekit to be apprenticed! Hopekit is not.
————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦
The day was warm, and Boarpaw was already exhausted from hunting that day. It wasn't so hard for him, while he didn't have the most control of his limbs yet like some of the older apprentices when it came to sneaking and pouncing, he found his size to be an asset when he could land a hit on something. He wasn't small like his littermates; he had been mistaken on occasion for seeming older, which he supposed was fair, but still rather strange. Regardless, though, with how much he needed to eat to catch up with how much energy it took to hunt in the warmth of Greenleaf, frankly, Boarpaw was ready for a well-earned catnap.
Until his gaze fell onto his friend, Hopekit. He hadn't grown much, still very small at Boarpaw's side, even though he was only two moons older. But that was still his very dearest friend, and he wasn't readily going to forget the fact that he was going to be apprenticed soon too! Just the thought put a smile on his maw, getting to train with his very best friend sounded wonderful. Though now they thought about it, they hadn't really heard Hope talk all too much about the matter at all.
A curiosity laced Boarpaw's thoughts, outweighting the ache in his paws that begged for sleep. They could sleep any day, but checking in on their friend was a more important matter! So, of course, Boar bound over to Hope's side, looking down at the kitten-soon-apprentice with the characteristic smile that never seemed to be wiped from his face.
"Hiya Hope!" He hummed, headbutting the smaller kitten gently in an affectionate manner. "I justht got back from hunting with Coppersthtorm and I remembered you're gonna get to be an apprenticthe sthoon too!" Boarpaw beamed, excited on behalf of Hopekit, not quite realising he seemed to be the only one of the two really excited about the matter. "Isthn't it excthiting! We can train together, and go hunting and everything!"
Absently, his tail thumped against the ground, his joy never being able to be contained even when he voiced it, his limbs never staying still when he was excited for anything. The apprentice's face crinkled with the smile on his face, sheer pride for the other, making him utterly oblivious to the expression on Hopekit's face.
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✦—Thunderclan apprentice | 7 moons
✦—He/They
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
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