Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2018 4:24:51 GMT
` A MEGALOMANIAC IS BORN:
APPLEPAW. 7 MOONS. RAVENCLAN.
523 words . Stags
♚ Catching a hare may very well have been the hardest task the red-ticked tom had ever been given.
It wasn't just that they were fast, it was that his entire mind was out of sorts. For a lot of reasons— good reasons—and Raccoonpaw was only one of them. On his way to the border, his mind meandered down rabbit-holes wondering what Raccoonpaw would tell him and how their evening would go; in his mind everything was high-stakes. Their time together would be perfect, it had to be perfect, because at this point he had determined he liked Raccoonpaw and if she didn't end up liking him back life was meaningless. Right?
It wasn't like him to act like this at all.
He wasn't on his A-game as a result. He could find the rabbits— and yes, it was most definitely a plural term by the time he finally snagged one —but actually catching one proved challenging. He found himself sprinting back and forth, up and down the landscape, and at one point probably on FireClan territory. But the fiery tom absolutely refused to let the molly down, and as the sun began to sink later that afternoon the pressure was at its peak. Just as all hopes of impressing the tortie seemed lost, Applepaw's teeth sunk into the back neck of a rabbit, and triumphantly he half-carried half-dragged it back into RavenClan territory.
Was he proud of his catch? Absolutely. He couldn't wait to tell his sister about it, or rub it in Twigpaw's face that he caught one before the nerd— most importantly, however, he couldn't wait to share it with Raccoonpaw.
He picked his way through RavenClan territory, moving as quickly as he could drag the hare through the undergrowth. It was of considerable size and wanted to snag on just about every root or plant they passed by. His clumsiness didn't help, but he wasn't going to slow down and risk them missing the sunset.
He finally made his way to their meeting spot, where he'd first approached her a few sunrises ago. Seeing her alone in the clearing again filled him with something of a sense akin to nostalgia, although it hadn't even been that long since the time. He felt the butterflies again, but more importantly he felt confident, delivering his crush a hare that might have been a third of her size.
He set it down between them, his pride mixing in with happiness to be out with her again. He was panting a little from the effort of having dragged it all the way up— and they'd have to carry it all the way back to the border, he realized regretfully.
"Raccoonpaw!" he chirped, pawing at his catch. "I hope this is good enough for you," he purred.
He sat down, eager to take a deep breath after his day spent running back and forth and dragging the thing around. He figured they had to head out soon, but not just yet.
"So," he tilted his head curiously. "What did you find out? Or are you gonna make me wait 'till we get to the border?"
It wasn't just that they were fast, it was that his entire mind was out of sorts. For a lot of reasons— good reasons—and Raccoonpaw was only one of them. On his way to the border, his mind meandered down rabbit-holes wondering what Raccoonpaw would tell him and how their evening would go; in his mind everything was high-stakes. Their time together would be perfect, it had to be perfect, because at this point he had determined he liked Raccoonpaw and if she didn't end up liking him back life was meaningless. Right?
It wasn't like him to act like this at all.
He wasn't on his A-game as a result. He could find the rabbits— and yes, it was most definitely a plural term by the time he finally snagged one —but actually catching one proved challenging. He found himself sprinting back and forth, up and down the landscape, and at one point probably on FireClan territory. But the fiery tom absolutely refused to let the molly down, and as the sun began to sink later that afternoon the pressure was at its peak. Just as all hopes of impressing the tortie seemed lost, Applepaw's teeth sunk into the back neck of a rabbit, and triumphantly he half-carried half-dragged it back into RavenClan territory.
Was he proud of his catch? Absolutely. He couldn't wait to tell his sister about it, or rub it in Twigpaw's face that he caught one before the nerd— most importantly, however, he couldn't wait to share it with Raccoonpaw.
He picked his way through RavenClan territory, moving as quickly as he could drag the hare through the undergrowth. It was of considerable size and wanted to snag on just about every root or plant they passed by. His clumsiness didn't help, but he wasn't going to slow down and risk them missing the sunset.
He finally made his way to their meeting spot, where he'd first approached her a few sunrises ago. Seeing her alone in the clearing again filled him with something of a sense akin to nostalgia, although it hadn't even been that long since the time. He felt the butterflies again, but more importantly he felt confident, delivering his crush a hare that might have been a third of her size.
He set it down between them, his pride mixing in with happiness to be out with her again. He was panting a little from the effort of having dragged it all the way up— and they'd have to carry it all the way back to the border, he realized regretfully.
"Raccoonpaw!" he chirped, pawing at his catch. "I hope this is good enough for you," he purred.
He sat down, eager to take a deep breath after his day spent running back and forth and dragging the thing around. He figured they had to head out soon, but not just yet.
"So," he tilted his head curiously. "What did you find out? Or are you gonna make me wait 'till we get to the border?"
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