- Sep 21, 2022
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His otherwise immaculate pelt is marred with dried blood and dirt and he hasnt had the energy to clean it, even after being able to rest. His mind races itself to exhaustion and it causes him discomfort. He feels frustration gnawing at him. Frustration that Granitepelt and Siltcloud had gotten away. Mostly Granitepelt, he was the one who did the murders and kidnapping.
He feels like he failed to avenge Granitepelt's victims. Failed Poppypaw, again. Is she frustrated with him? Or is she happy that Granitepelt got the absolute shit kicked out of him and was thrown out? Regardless of what she thinks or what he wants, its over now. The clan is taking its first steps towards renewal. If he wants to lead by example, he has to let go of the things that weigh on him. He needs to start anew.
He lays out of the way in camp, eyes closed because the cobwebs on his injured eye prevent it from opening, and having only one eye open irritates him. He will not go out until Starlingheart says its okay, she has had enough stress. Enough pain to last a lifetime. He doesn't even know how to comfort her. What is there to say? How does he say it?
He furrows his brows and begins to slowly groom the blood and dirt off his paws. His mind drifts to another cat who is just as affected by this as she. Skunktail, his odd, opinionated friend who has a habit of bringing him weird gifts. How was he holding up? He opens his eye to scan the camp for him and when he spots him, he gets up and heads to the fresh kill pile to pick out a piece of prey and bring it over to him.
Frostbite places it down before him. "It's not nearly as interesting as the things you bring me, but.." He says with a small smile. After a small pause, he speaks again. "How have you been holding up?" He asks.
He feels like he failed to avenge Granitepelt's victims. Failed Poppypaw, again. Is she frustrated with him? Or is she happy that Granitepelt got the absolute shit kicked out of him and was thrown out? Regardless of what she thinks or what he wants, its over now. The clan is taking its first steps towards renewal. If he wants to lead by example, he has to let go of the things that weigh on him. He needs to start anew.
He lays out of the way in camp, eyes closed because the cobwebs on his injured eye prevent it from opening, and having only one eye open irritates him. He will not go out until Starlingheart says its okay, she has had enough stress. Enough pain to last a lifetime. He doesn't even know how to comfort her. What is there to say? How does he say it?
He furrows his brows and begins to slowly groom the blood and dirt off his paws. His mind drifts to another cat who is just as affected by this as she. Skunktail, his odd, opinionated friend who has a habit of bringing him weird gifts. How was he holding up? He opens his eye to scan the camp for him and when he spots him, he gets up and heads to the fresh kill pile to pick out a piece of prey and bring it over to him.
Frostbite places it down before him. "It's not nearly as interesting as the things you bring me, but.." He says with a small smile. After a small pause, he speaks again. "How have you been holding up?" He asks.