private A STORM TO A BRANCH [ red ]

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Boredom and terror alike had been what Rivepaw was feeling. Every time she rested, it was talons across her face in nightmares, or the inability to run. Rivepaw had been able to get up and move a short bit in the past couple days, but the concern over her lasting belly injury was keeping her from moving too much. Yet, she was nearly done healing. Some part of her knew intrinsically that she'd never lose the ghost-pains of the deep scar across her stomach.

But when she was awake, Rivepaw was terribly stuck in her nest. Sure, she got up to stretch her paws every now and again, but Wolfsong was right; the more she rested, the faster she'd get better. Rivepaw wouldn't be cause to stick here forever, though. There was somebody in the back of her mind. Redpaw had been there the instant Rivepaw had woke up, a curious anomaly she needed to find deeper explanation for.

Hopefully, she didn't need to go very far, her voice lightly calling through the packed barn, "Redpaw? You around?"

@redpaw

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