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A return is made on a morning of hunting as orange and white paws carry Greeneyes through the camp's entrance. It's been a successful hunt - a bird is cradled carefully between his teeth as he walks and the young warrior aims to make his way to the fresh-kill pile to add his contribution.
"Hey, Greeneyes!" The ginger tom pauses, looking up at the older warrior that called his name, a questioning look in his gaze. "The kits haven't been fed yet - you mind giving your bird to them?"
He hesitates. Normally, he wouldn't mind. But, there's a fallen tree sitting where the nursery he grew up knowing once was, a permanent fixture in place of where his claws had sunk into the earth - where hopes of sparing his brother from an early ascension to the stars had died in Snowpath's final breath. An image forever remembered, a nightmare still lived. A place of death now houses the living, and Greeneyes has been asked to step foot within its grasp.
"Greeneyes?" the warrior repeats his name, concern in their voice, as if remembering too. An offer to find someone else is placed before him, and he shakes his head.
"No! Uh, it's... it's fine. I'm fine. I'll bring it over to the nursery, " he assures them, a flick of a crooked tail as he moves to pick his catch back up. He's sure the kits will enjoy a taste of bird anyways. Or, he can hope that some of them will. There's so many kits around these days, Greeneyes can hardly keep up with them, let alone who likes what. The older warrior thanks him, and goes on with their day, and Greeneyes is left to stare at the fallen tree for a moment longer before he finds the strength to near it. He's fine.
"Amigos --" he calls upon his arrival. Pushing down the dread he feels, Greeneyes is sure to wear a smile on his face as he sets the bird down at the new nursery's entrance. "I brought food! Eat up!"
"Hey, Greeneyes!" The ginger tom pauses, looking up at the older warrior that called his name, a questioning look in his gaze. "The kits haven't been fed yet - you mind giving your bird to them?"
He hesitates. Normally, he wouldn't mind. But, there's a fallen tree sitting where the nursery he grew up knowing once was, a permanent fixture in place of where his claws had sunk into the earth - where hopes of sparing his brother from an early ascension to the stars had died in Snowpath's final breath. An image forever remembered, a nightmare still lived. A place of death now houses the living, and Greeneyes has been asked to step foot within its grasp.
"Greeneyes?" the warrior repeats his name, concern in their voice, as if remembering too. An offer to find someone else is placed before him, and he shakes his head.
"No! Uh, it's... it's fine. I'm fine. I'll bring it over to the nursery, " he assures them, a flick of a crooked tail as he moves to pick his catch back up. He's sure the kits will enjoy a taste of bird anyways. Or, he can hope that some of them will. There's so many kits around these days, Greeneyes can hardly keep up with them, let alone who likes what. The older warrior thanks him, and goes on with their day, and Greeneyes is left to stare at the fallen tree for a moment longer before he finds the strength to near it. He's fine.
"Amigos --" he calls upon his arrival. Pushing down the dread he feels, Greeneyes is sure to wear a smile on his face as he sets the bird down at the new nursery's entrance. "I brought food! Eat up!"
//@falconkit !