- Feb 20, 2023
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❪ TAGS ❫ — After several weeks spent healing in the medicine den, a familiar midnight-colored form (perhaps deemed as an eyesore by some) slipped out of the cave and stood grounded against the strong gusts that pummeled camp. It had been very windy as of late, and the shelter against the gales was the only thing Snakepaw appreciated about being Vulturemask's patient. Now, with the den being crowded by cats injured in the skirmish with ShadowClan, he had been discharged and deemed fit for training again as long as he trod carefully.
He peers forward at the hustle and bustle of camp as WindClanners went about their duties while trying to battle the weather. Snakepaw sees a distant cat make eye contact with him before trotting out of camp. Was no one going to ask what he was doing out of Vulturemask's den? Was no one going to acknowledge that his wound was looking healed? Snakepaw knows that he isn't the most beloved member of the clan, but it wouldn't kill them to say something.
"Ahem." He very obviously clears his throat, not necessarily to anybody in particular but simply to draw attention to himself using the most minimal effort possible. Snakepaw tentatively strides forward a few steps and holds his head high, his footing still somewhat gentle on his right side but not feeling as tender as it was before.
He peers forward at the hustle and bustle of camp as WindClanners went about their duties while trying to battle the weather. Snakepaw sees a distant cat make eye contact with him before trotting out of camp. Was no one going to ask what he was doing out of Vulturemask's den? Was no one going to acknowledge that his wound was looking healed? Snakepaw knows that he isn't the most beloved member of the clan, but it wouldn't kill them to say something.
"Ahem." He very obviously clears his throat, not necessarily to anybody in particular but simply to draw attention to himself using the most minimal effort possible. Snakepaw tentatively strides forward a few steps and holds his head high, his footing still somewhat gentle on his right side but not feeling as tender as it was before.