Post by Pallidpaw on Jul 10, 2018 6:37:54 GMT
—— Lilypaw
honeyed moons in the form of eyes drifted from side to side as frail paws glided over unfamiliar terrain. his paw pads were sensitive - a good thing, perhaps, in that they were aware of every texture and detail of the earth they made contact with, but a bad thing in that they were easily damaged. it was often that he had to stop to examine the raw, almost livid crevices in the pale, velvety tissue upon which he walked.
minute, morning-hued nose nudging its way through the undergrowth, which merely murmured in a gentle protest, pallidpaw was deep into rockclan territory and as far as he could be from home. still, he had not yet found what he sought. his ochre gaze had become glazed; as earnest as he had been, he had yet to discover so much as a leaf. at last, he swayed to a halt, though he refused to sit despite the relief it would provide his bruised paws.
"aren't there any good herbs here?" the apprentice mumbled, more to himself than the terrain that had troubled him so, a sigh of bitter nectar slipping from unwary jaws.
honeyed moons in the form of eyes drifted from side to side as frail paws glided over unfamiliar terrain. his paw pads were sensitive - a good thing, perhaps, in that they were aware of every texture and detail of the earth they made contact with, but a bad thing in that they were easily damaged. it was often that he had to stop to examine the raw, almost livid crevices in the pale, velvety tissue upon which he walked.
minute, morning-hued nose nudging its way through the undergrowth, which merely murmured in a gentle protest, pallidpaw was deep into rockclan territory and as far as he could be from home. still, he had not yet found what he sought. his ochre gaze had become glazed; as earnest as he had been, he had yet to discover so much as a leaf. at last, he swayed to a halt, though he refused to sit despite the relief it would provide his bruised paws.
"aren't there any good herbs here?" the apprentice mumbled, more to himself than the terrain that had troubled him so, a sigh of bitter nectar slipping from unwary jaws.
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