There were times where Missingpaw idled after he was completed with his apprentice duties for the day. He'd curl up in his nest and sleep to kickstart his tomorrow, leaning into the fact that his life was a cycle that never seemed to end or have any variety. This was when he was feeling the least motivated.
Today, he felt restless. His duties were completed and there was too much time left on his paws, he couldn't sleep now. It would leave him groggy and sluggish the next day as it normally did, and the auburn colored boy yearned for something different today. "I'm going to carrion place." His announcement is whispered into the mouth of the apprentice's den in a hushed tone. The boy knows better than to venture off on his own without telling someone first, but really he doesn't care for anyone to join him.
After residing in Shadowclan for as long as he had, he still felt guilt for visiting his old home. There was no part of him that wanted to return to that old, dirty way of life in the trash heap. Though, he knew it did not appear that way to some elders and warriors. Missingpaw really did not want that reputation for himself.
The scent of crowfood hung in the cold, afternoon air as Missingpaw approached the chain-link fence. There was a hole here somewhere, torn into the metal links. A place he could easily slip in and out of the caged garbage area and his mind was running a million miles an hour trying to find it quickly before anyone came across him.