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PEACE{ noun } – freedom from disturbance; tranquility. REALM{ noun } – a kingdom.
There was just something about returning from a good workout with your muscles exhausted and your brain and body crying for sleep but at the same time feeling so revved up that you're ready to run back out and do more. No matter what life, what body, what world he lived in, Elvenpaw loved the feeling of both having tired himself entirely with exertion and riding high on the adrenaline of the very act itself.
With a small smile on his face – something that to many could be seen as a full out grin considering just how frequently he truly allowed the expression to slip through – he padded into the camp, greeting those that offered him a head tilt or acknowledged his presence, and padded to the fresh kill pile. He was only just now realizing how hungry he was, and was silently grateful he hadn't eaten before heading out.
"I apologize," he breathed, startled, when he wound up bumping into someone at the pile, having not registered their presence at first and bashing himself internally for his recklessness, "I didn't mean to."
Post by Flurryofstars on Jul 10, 2021 22:12:03 GMT -5
Nettlepaw turned a cold stare to the apprentice, unable to grasp how he'd managed to bump into him on accident. Or maybe it wasn't an accident. He was more accustomed to cats being unkind than any alternative, so why should Elvenpaw be any different? It wasn't like either of them made a habit of talking to each other and they definitely weren't friends. Nettlepaw didn't have any.
"I doubt that," he drawled as he pawed out a mouse from the pile. "In the open like this and in plain sight? There's no way you didn't mean to. But then, you bullies are all the same."
