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That he felt well enough to be ornery was at least a step in the right direction, his claws itched to action. He wanted to hunt, wanted to get back on pace with Iciclepaw's training, wanted to get every WindClan patrol possible in the near future in the hopes he would be able to sink his teeth into brown tabby throats. His idle daydreaming made him all the more uneasy and he fidgeted in his temporary nest with some annoyance displayed on his maw. Though part of him did not look forward to returning to the warrior's den...
He was fairly certain his grumbling was something Beesong tuned out by default now, not that it stopped him from doing it. Only a little longer, he was told, feeling all the more like a kitten with each passing day and growing ever restless. Still, at the very least this was something productive he could do and also made the time tick by ever faster, he had only the one complaint.
"Did we have to have this talk in the medicine cat den?" They could not have gone outside somewhere, picked a nice spot elsewhere to settle and let him out onto the territory for just a little while?
It had to be here in camp? He supposed it made sense with him still recovering, Beesong having so many patients and Willowroot needing to be by her kits still.
The dark tom gave a dejected sigh, tail slapping the ground as he raised it and dropped it in idle wistfulness. "Fine, I guess...do tell me how the gathering went. Should we expect more nonsense from WindClan?"
No one had updated him yet, though he wasn't going to complain much on it given the circumstances. With the river rising and the clan still needing to be fed in face of the sickness, several cats down including himself; the chaos was obviously overwhelming.
@CICADASTAR & @BUCKGAIT. & @willowroot & @BEESONG & @GLOOMPAW