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W I L D P A W
( β ) - ( Rottweiler/Newfoundland mix ) - ( Apprentice ) - ( RiverPack ) - ( 8 moons old ) - ( Mentor: Froststar ) - ( Bisexual ) - ( Crush: Reedpaw ) - ( Tags: Bramblestream, Reedpaw )
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Wildpaw nodded timidly at the injured warrior. She tucked her broad muzzle under Bramblestream's sagging belly and lifted her up, off the ground, with her head. The crest of her skull, tipped upwards at an angle, formed a smooth slope with her thick neck upon which the smaller dog slid down, coming to rest on her back. Bramblestream was certainly heavier than Reedpaw or - her heart ached at the thought - the malnourished late Smokenose, but it wasn't anything the large apprentice couldn't handle. She began trotting towards camp with haste. As they moved, she felt her mood (and posture) souring with the thought of Mossbrook abandoning them for, to Wildpaw, some selfish sense of pride. While attempting to refocus her thoughts on something that made her fume and clench her fangs less, she found her gaze inexplicably drawn to her fellow apprentice, Reedpaw. She couldn't place why - then, coincidentally, she picked up on an inconsistency in his stride. Her fury drained away. "What happened to your leg?" she asked, tone more stressed than she would've liked.
W I L D P A W
( β ) - ( Rottweiler/Newfoundland mix ) - ( Apprentice ) - ( RiverPack ) - ( 8 moons old ) - ( Mentor: Froststar ) - ( Bisexual ) - ( Crush: Reedpaw ) - ( Tags: Bramblestream, Reedpaw )
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Wildpaw nodded timidly at the injured warrior. She tucked her broad muzzle under Bramblestream's sagging belly and lifted her up, off the ground, with her head. The crest of her skull, tipped upwards at an angle, formed a smooth slope with her thick neck upon which the smaller dog slid down, coming to rest on her back. Bramblestream was certainly heavier than Reedpaw or - her heart ached at the thought - the malnourished late Smokenose, but it wasn't anything the large apprentice couldn't handle. She began trotting towards camp with haste. As they moved, she felt her mood (and posture) souring with the thought of Mossbrook abandoning them for, to Wildpaw, some selfish sense of pride. While attempting to refocus her thoughts on something that made her fume and clench her fangs less, she found her gaze inexplicably drawn to her fellow apprentice, Reedpaw. She couldn't place why - then, coincidentally, she picked up on an inconsistency in his stride. Her fury drained away. "What happened to your leg?" she asked, tone more stressed than she would've liked.











