JUST WANNA RUN / private, moondust

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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; color: #000; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 5px; width: 450px;"]INFO | Littlethorn was returning back to camp, prey in mouth, and he was numbed to the burning in his paw pads as he approached the freshkill pile. Dropping it down, his tail lashed nervously as he scanned the camp. Maybe there'd be messes to clean, elders den, moss to clean, check that no kits were running around. So much to do, so little time, he was too slow. Too slow. He had to... Go faster. Zipping around camp, checking each den, Littlethorn looked rather concerned.

//bad start but its mAde

[member=8804]moondust.[/member]

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my future's on its knees, it don't do its ( b e s t ) to please —
moondust couldn't comprehend the sheer amount of energy that some of his clanmates had. all of them practically jumped at the chance to go on patrols, or hunting, or do any other menial tasks provided to them. on the other hand, the mottled tom was more than happy to spend his days lounging in his nest. besides, it wasn't like they were short on interested apprentices to bound around checking borders and whatnot. there was no point in him being there as well, they were just fine without his helpful paw.

though, napping through most of the morning did take a toll on his stomach, and moondust awoke to the growling of hunger. slipping out of the warriors' den, he quickly made his way to the freshkill pile, picking up a random piece of prey with a halfhearted glance around camp. he easily spotted littlethorn darting around, seemingly much more stressed than he needed to be. though, that wasn't anything new either. "looks like you're enjoying yourself," moondust teased, mirth swimming in his eyes.

— it's all good, mine is extra sucky too but i am s o excited omfgg

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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; color: #000; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 5px; width: 450px;"]INFO | Littlethorn had been told as an apprentice continually that if he never made the effort, his clan would die off. He would die. Though it wasn't entirely true, eventually he learned to believe it. Belief turned into fear, and fear turned into whatever this excessive energy was - or maybe it wasn't energy but taking on ten times his workload until he passed out. It was something though.

Littlethorn's eyes darted to Moondust as he moved to glance at the freshkill, and he got a nervous lump in his throat. That meant they needed to hunt. "I'm just doing what needs to be done." He answered harshly. "Once you're done with that, you'll come with me. We'll hunt." Littlethorn didn't give the other much say, not seeing a reason to - after all, who wouldn't want to serve their clan?