- Sep 20, 2022
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☀ - WHILST MY HEART STILL BEATS
How long had he been away from the camp? Too long, if he was frank with himself. The smell of Cinderfrost still lingered upon his golden fur despite his efforts to rid himself of it before slinking back to the familiarity of ThunderClan's lands. He knew he would have to conjure up a lie in order to cover up the truth behind their meeting, something that would likely stoke feelings of panic or anger depending on who listened to his tale and believed. In order to give himself something to help justify the story he had even gone as far as to cut his cheek on the pointed end of a broken branch and to roll in dirt in order to make it seem like he had been in a fight. Naturally he had done it all after parting ways with the exiled she-cat, not wishing to have her bare witness to his desperate actions.
Still, despite his sorry appearance, he had managed to catch a pigeon. It certainly wasn't as plump as the ones seen earlier in the year but it would likely still provide a decent meal among a couple cats. "And fulfil my promise to Salamander", he thought to himself as he made his way over to the nursery so he could deposit the catch outside the den entrance. His muscles by this point were screaming in agony and he found himself hobbling towards one of the few patches of sunlight that had filtered down into the camp. Sunnyday sat back on his haunches with a wheeze and he let his head hang low as exhaustion threatened to claim him then and there.
How long had he been away from the camp? Too long, if he was frank with himself. The smell of Cinderfrost still lingered upon his golden fur despite his efforts to rid himself of it before slinking back to the familiarity of ThunderClan's lands. He knew he would have to conjure up a lie in order to cover up the truth behind their meeting, something that would likely stoke feelings of panic or anger depending on who listened to his tale and believed. In order to give himself something to help justify the story he had even gone as far as to cut his cheek on the pointed end of a broken branch and to roll in dirt in order to make it seem like he had been in a fight. Naturally he had done it all after parting ways with the exiled she-cat, not wishing to have her bare witness to his desperate actions.
Still, despite his sorry appearance, he had managed to catch a pigeon. It certainly wasn't as plump as the ones seen earlier in the year but it would likely still provide a decent meal among a couple cats. "And fulfil my promise to Salamander", he thought to himself as he made his way over to the nursery so he could deposit the catch outside the den entrance. His muscles by this point were screaming in agony and he found himself hobbling towards one of the few patches of sunlight that had filtered down into the camp. Sunnyday sat back on his haunches with a wheeze and he let his head hang low as exhaustion threatened to claim him then and there.