Private 🐺🐾first impressions🐾🐺 [Cloudberrypaw]

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN

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Deathberrykit. Fragile. Sickly. Spent more time wrapped in cobwebs and poultices than moss and milk. He wouldn't have recognized her if she passed him in camp three times over. Truth was, he hadn't spared her much thought at all– why would he, when her chances of survival had been so slim? He'd written them off weeks ago, assuming Cicadabuzz's experiments to make them better had ultimately failed.

And yet here she was.

His gaze finally shifted from Sablestar, blue and gold eyes dragging across the crowd until they landed on the little wisp standing beside Hemlockpaw. Small. Thing. Dark fur unkept– not because they hadn't tried grooming it, but because it lacked the healthy luster of the typical apprentices. A strong breeze looked like it could knock them flat– and the breeze out here was seldom kind.

He didn't show it, but the back of his mind itched with quiet calculation. She wasn't ready. Not by his standards. She shouldn't be out of the nursery, let alone on patrol.

And now she was his responsibility.

He stepped forward when the chanting died down, crossing the clearing with slow, measured steps until he stopped in front of her. He didn't crouch. Didn't smile. Just looked down, steady and quiet.

"Cloudberrypaw," he said at last, his voice low and even as he regarded the child of their healer. "Let's go. We're heading out."

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — @cloudberrypaw​
• shadowclan deputy - male - a large, black & blue chimera with moderate white splashing, mismatched eyes, and several scars.

 

[cloudberrypaw]

Their attention had been focused on Cicadabuzz, watching as bug served its ire towards Sablestar and not them. They had not noticed that Wolfpack approached them on hefty paws, nor scrutinized their capabilities through dual-toned eyes. They only recognized the deputy's presence when the breeze that blew through camp became subtly interrupted. The young whelp turned to their mentor slowly, eyes half lidded as he calls them by their new name (something they'd need to get used to quickly.) No greeting, no pomp and circumstance. Just - "Let's go." And for some reason... she liked that.

They didn't want to be coddled anymore. They preferred the tom's willingness to ignore their obvious issues. In truth, even if it lands her in a ditch with no heartbeat, they'd be glad - because at least then, it was a hard won death by their own standards. Not one gifted simply because they were feather-held and disallowed to learn how to survive. Smaller paws follow after Wolfpack quickly, quietly. Their tail grazes the ground with every step, as if the energy to hold it above the ground would over exert them.

"What will we be doing first?" They ask the deputy. It's not hopeful - it's factual. Maybe there are ways to be prepared for different activities. Maybe the goal is to learn that there is no true preparation. Cloudberrypaw was willing to listen, at least.