06-15-2022, 04:30 PM
ANTPAW - male he/him - snowshoe - tags
Antpaw bounced on his paws, he was full of energy and restless. Whitedove had been busy with keeping the overflowing camp in order, and so it left Ant too much time on his paws. He usually found himself asking (read: begging) other warriors to let him leave camp to hunt or join a patrol. The snowshoe didn't begrudge his mentor figure, he understood considering with so many cats it would be double, even triple, the workload than the old territory they left. Deciding to see if any older feline would let him go on a hunting patrol (maybe even squeak out a solo hunt), the male stretched, jumped to his paws and caught the eye of Crowface. He usually avoided the tom, but he was desperate to leave the crowded camp and do something useful.
Bounding over, a blinding smile on his maw, Antpaw began quickly speaking, "Hey, uh, I know you aren't my mentor, but I was hoping you could give me permission to go hunting?" The apprentice could've stopped there, but he kept going on about how he didn't want to bother Whitedove, how he wanted to help out more, and everything else he just thought about before walking over.
He didn't noticed the mounting agitation and coiling tension coming from the warrior.
Bounding over, a blinding smile on his maw, Antpaw began quickly speaking, "Hey, uh, I know you aren't my mentor, but I was hoping you could give me permission to go hunting?" The apprentice could've stopped there, but he kept going on about how he didn't want to bother Whitedove, how he wanted to help out more, and everything else he just thought about before walking over.
He didn't noticed the mounting agitation and coiling tension coming from the warrior.