Post by wrenpaw on Jul 21, 2022 9:57:07 GMT -6
IF YOU DON'T GO OUTSIDE
WELL NOTHING'S GONNA HAPPEN ―
WELL NOTHING'S GONNA HAPPEN ―
"What have I told you about calling me that?"
Wrenpaw could only muster the faintest of eye rolls toward Funnelpaw, trying to shake the tom off, who had so fittingly laid directly on the apprentice. Even attempting to cut through his fur was irritating - it was like trying to shear a walking sheep. And, while his thick dual coat protected him from most attacks, it also masked the muscular yet slim figure Funnelpaw had. Wren was grateful that he was incapable of showing off - he did enough as is.
However, it wasn't as if Wren was actually annoyed with Funnel. While the others loud, reckless, and openly witty nature was a pain in his rib most days, it was also a comfort to him. In truth, Funnelpaw was a form of company that he actually derived a sense of happiness from, instead of having to fake it. Acting all passive and proper was simply his nature and, moons before he'd ever befriended the popular cat next to him - and earned a name for himself - all he knew was, well, just that. He was just Wrenpaw. No amount of friends or authority could change that - or, so he thought.
"You should try thinking. We aren't kits anymore, and we need to start acting the par- hey!"
215 words. funnelpaw .
by sixsmith.
