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For every slowed-down moment that passes him by Thriftfeather is aware of the innumerable ways in which this can go wrong.
Each rabbit-kick of his heart against his ribs is a reminder of these potential failures. Someone could have seen Thriftfeather shake Vulturekit awake in the predawn with a soft reminder of the promised feather hunt—perhaps his voice was overly loud, or maybe he or Vulturekit had tread upon something noisy that had gone unnoticed to Thriftfeather. The notion cannot be shaken that this will all go horribly wrong, and still Thriftfeather trudges onward. As dangerous as this is, he couldn't sit in his guilt any longer.
"There," Thriftfeather nudges Vulturekit at the shoulder and then points with his nose to where a ruddy-brown feather is caught in a tangle of briar. Found by Thriftfeather the day prior and left in this spot; he had needed something to keep Vulturekit occupied in this place, "This is always a good spot to find feathers."
Someone could have seen Thriftfeather leave with Vulturekit—how would Thriftfeather explain Vulturekit's absence? Would it be wise to say nothing at all?
"I'll rest here. You look around and see if you can find something better than that one. Just stay where—just don't wander anywhere I can't see you," What if Bluefrost doesn't show up? What if—Thriftfeather feels the rabbit in his chest speed at even the simple start of the thought—she does?
Each rabbit-kick of his heart against his ribs is a reminder of these potential failures. Someone could have seen Thriftfeather shake Vulturekit awake in the predawn with a soft reminder of the promised feather hunt—perhaps his voice was overly loud, or maybe he or Vulturekit had tread upon something noisy that had gone unnoticed to Thriftfeather. The notion cannot be shaken that this will all go horribly wrong, and still Thriftfeather trudges onward. As dangerous as this is, he couldn't sit in his guilt any longer.
"There," Thriftfeather nudges Vulturekit at the shoulder and then points with his nose to where a ruddy-brown feather is caught in a tangle of briar. Found by Thriftfeather the day prior and left in this spot; he had needed something to keep Vulturekit occupied in this place, "This is always a good spot to find feathers."
Someone could have seen Thriftfeather leave with Vulturekit—how would Thriftfeather explain Vulturekit's absence? Would it be wise to say nothing at all?
"I'll rest here. You look around and see if you can find something better than that one. Just stay where—just don't wander anywhere I can't see you," What if Bluefrost doesn't show up? What if—Thriftfeather feels the rabbit in his chest speed at even the simple start of the thought—she does?
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