- May 7, 2023
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"Rest up," Sedgepounce tells Bunnypaw. They've finally retreated to the gorse-lined sanctuary of camp, an orange sun simmering on the horizon. A still-cooling hare rests at his paws. Though caught by his own claws, he assures Bunnypaw that she'll catch her own sooner than she knows—her nod is solemn before she pads off, searching for the familiar orbit of her littermates. Alone, Sedgepounce sighs. He picks up the rabbit and carries it to the edge of camp.
His frame darkens the mouth of the nursery when he reaches it. His eyes have little time to adjust to the wan light before he puts the catch down. Bluefrost is only a smudge within the depths. "Here you go," Sedgepounce says. After a day spent trying and failing to reassure his own apprentice, Sedgepounce has little energy left to lighten his tone; it's a tired thing when he speaks.
Similarly, it's without any particular malice that he steps away from the deposited hare, taking place as the nursery's resident gargoyle in his first shift of DuskClanner guard duty. The nearby clan mulls around in a quiet, peaceful haze. Sharing tongues, chatting, nesting—preparing for moonrise, for rest. From a distance that feels massive, Sedgepounce observes them listlessly.
// @BLUEFROST