Ugh. Apprentice duties.
They wouldn't be that bad if- no, he's kidding himself. They would be that bad. Even fresh moss leaves an awful taste in his mouth, and it's boring. It's so boring, actually, that Snailpaw thinks he may just keel over and die right now. At least that would be better than dealing with old Fennelwhisker.
You'd think that for someone who has such cool stories, they'd be better at telling them than they were. At least enough that every time Snailpaw gets stuck in there, he doesn't end up almost falling asleep. But no- they drone on and on and on, in that same way, until the apprentice just wants to shove moss in his ears. Honestly, if he didn't know better, he would think the elder was just waiting to scold him.
The sound of chatter nearby is enough to make him glance up, briefly, eyes immediately landing on the back of his twin's head. Wormpaw isn't that far away, and Snailpaw does have extra moss…he's sure one of his clanmates can connect the dots the second they see him glance back down, but, fortunately for him, they're not his brother.
Unfortunately for Wormpaw, if all goes well, a moss ball will be aimed straight at the back of his head.. And Snailpaw? He'll have his head ducked down, like he's well and truly absorbed in the task of sorting moss. Like he couldn't have been the culprit at all.
They wouldn't be that bad if- no, he's kidding himself. They would be that bad. Even fresh moss leaves an awful taste in his mouth, and it's boring. It's so boring, actually, that Snailpaw thinks he may just keel over and die right now. At least that would be better than dealing with old Fennelwhisker.
You'd think that for someone who has such cool stories, they'd be better at telling them than they were. At least enough that every time Snailpaw gets stuck in there, he doesn't end up almost falling asleep. But no- they drone on and on and on, in that same way, until the apprentice just wants to shove moss in his ears. Honestly, if he didn't know better, he would think the elder was just waiting to scold him.
The sound of chatter nearby is enough to make him glance up, briefly, eyes immediately landing on the back of his twin's head. Wormpaw isn't that far away, and Snailpaw does have extra moss…he's sure one of his clanmates can connect the dots the second they see him glance back down, but, fortunately for him, they're not his brother.
Unfortunately for Wormpaw, if all goes well, a moss ball will be aimed straight at the back of his head.. And Snailpaw? He'll have his head ducked down, like he's well and truly absorbed in the task of sorting moss. Like he couldn't have been the culprit at all.
