- Dec 27, 2022
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CW ;; vague description of a panic attack
Since the night they’d experienced their first… episode, Gravelsnap has found themself terrified of having another one. They try to keep as close as possible to Badgermoon when they start feeling nervous—the deputy had helped them calm down during the first one, so surely he could help them again. Luckily, though, it isn’t often that they feel too panicked to deal with it, to tough it out without tipping off any suspicious clanmates. They cannot show weakness, not now. They have an apprentice now, a young clanmate to look after and teach the ways of being a warrior.
The responsibility of training Thriftpaw weighs heavily upon their shoulders, and since the meeting they haven’t been able to push away the fear that comes with being assigned an apprentice. What if they mess up? What if… what if Thriftpaw gets caught up in a battle and gets hurt? What if everyone blames them? The anxiety digs in its heels, settles deep and tugs, and the force of it sends Gravelsnap’s steps faltering. They can feel it beginning to cloud their thoughts as they stop short just beside the entrance to camp, stumbling slightly and bumping their shoulder against a clanmate’s. The touch makes them flinch—they spring backward, only to stagger again as dizziness causes their vision to blur.
"I’m fine," they grumble before being asked, hardly able to hear their words over the sound of their own heart pounding in their chest. Their tail, for once, rests limply behind them, motionless. The world tilts around them, and for a moment they think they may faint, but Gravelsnap manages to keep their paws steady beneath them.
Since the night they’d experienced their first… episode, Gravelsnap has found themself terrified of having another one. They try to keep as close as possible to Badgermoon when they start feeling nervous—the deputy had helped them calm down during the first one, so surely he could help them again. Luckily, though, it isn’t often that they feel too panicked to deal with it, to tough it out without tipping off any suspicious clanmates. They cannot show weakness, not now. They have an apprentice now, a young clanmate to look after and teach the ways of being a warrior.
The responsibility of training Thriftpaw weighs heavily upon their shoulders, and since the meeting they haven’t been able to push away the fear that comes with being assigned an apprentice. What if they mess up? What if… what if Thriftpaw gets caught up in a battle and gets hurt? What if everyone blames them? The anxiety digs in its heels, settles deep and tugs, and the force of it sends Gravelsnap’s steps faltering. They can feel it beginning to cloud their thoughts as they stop short just beside the entrance to camp, stumbling slightly and bumping their shoulder against a clanmate’s. The touch makes them flinch—they spring backward, only to stagger again as dizziness causes their vision to blur.
"I’m fine," they grumble before being asked, hardly able to hear their words over the sound of their own heart pounding in their chest. Their tail, for once, rests limply behind them, motionless. The world tilts around them, and for a moment they think they may faint, but Gravelsnap manages to keep their paws steady beneath them.
[ you put the fun into dysfunction ]