- Jun 8, 2023
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Oh, big thoughts were being thought today. If anything, the squint of Batwing's eye gave it away. He was staring awkwardly across camp, which was quiet. Patrols were out, apprentices being trained. Sunhigh was hot, yeah, but things needed to get done. Batwing had completed a solo hunt and come back shortly, but he had sat himself down and started staring at the briar wall around camp. A cat here or there tried to pry information out of him, but he just gave them an awkward smile and shrugged it off.
What was he thinking about? Oh, probably his future- more like then that, his past. Bingo. The scars around his eyes, the very soul who told him his parents were dead. The person he had been denying paying attention to. His eyes shifted, searching- if she was in camp, he'd find her rosetted pelt easily. That's just how it was, really. Batwing would find her, they'd make eye contact, and he'd look away. Denying his history and the person that had split his world open. It hadn't been her fault- it hadn't ever been her fault, and yet, here he was, treating her like ass. A deep breath followed, slow inhale, fast exhale. He pushed to his paws.
Cats who had previously asked if he was okay looked over as he called her name. "Leopardtongue? Can we talk?" Batwing questioned her from across camp, gesturing his head towards the gorse tunnel. Privately was the word that was implied.
What was he thinking about? Oh, probably his future- more like then that, his past. Bingo. The scars around his eyes, the very soul who told him his parents were dead. The person he had been denying paying attention to. His eyes shifted, searching- if she was in camp, he'd find her rosetted pelt easily. That's just how it was, really. Batwing would find her, they'd make eye contact, and he'd look away. Denying his history and the person that had split his world open. It hadn't been her fault- it hadn't ever been her fault, and yet, here he was, treating her like ass. A deep breath followed, slow inhale, fast exhale. He pushed to his paws.
Cats who had previously asked if he was okay looked over as he called her name. "Leopardtongue? Can we talk?" Batwing questioned her from across camp, gesturing his head towards the gorse tunnel. Privately was the word that was implied.
"speech"