- Sep 5, 2023
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Inside and out, Downypaw aches. WindClan had finally returned to camp, but unwhole. Downypaw doesn’t know when it would become whole again, or if it ever would. They should be able to breathe without the straw-stuffed air of the Horseplace and the weight of collective exile on their shoulders, but their chest still feels tight. Life feels exactly how they imagined it would a sunrise after Sootstar’s fall.
Juncopaw had not gotten far with her, thanks to Fogbound. The cobwebs plastered beneath their left eye makes their eyes water with the poultice beneath, but the shallow scratches buried beneath plush fur would heal without much encouragement. @Bearpaw , placed into the nest beside her, looks a little worse than her, as far as she can tell.
They hadn’t really talked since their mentors had them pretend at battle. Downypaw shuffles in their nest, plagued by a light sort of anxiety. ”Bearpaw?” they finally whisper, powder-blue eyes flicking towards the larger body. ”Are you awake?” They squint at him through the dark and herb-scented air of the medicine cat den. Around them, bodies shift in various states of lingering stress. ”You…fought?” They made you fight? they mean to say. They made me fight. She knows she tries harder at these things than him, but maybe necessity had changed him, as it had changed them all.
Juncopaw had not gotten far with her, thanks to Fogbound. The cobwebs plastered beneath their left eye makes their eyes water with the poultice beneath, but the shallow scratches buried beneath plush fur would heal without much encouragement. @Bearpaw , placed into the nest beside her, looks a little worse than her, as far as she can tell.
They hadn’t really talked since their mentors had them pretend at battle. Downypaw shuffles in their nest, plagued by a light sort of anxiety. ”Bearpaw?” they finally whisper, powder-blue eyes flicking towards the larger body. ”Are you awake?” They squint at him through the dark and herb-scented air of the medicine cat den. Around them, bodies shift in various states of lingering stress. ”You…fought?” They made you fight? they mean to say. They made me fight. She knows she tries harder at these things than him, but maybe necessity had changed him, as it had changed them all.