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The tom's life has been hectic as of late, woven in chaos and grief. In it, a solitude in the curse he holds as he regains his footing from the blow of tragedy after tragedy.
The comfort of having his friend around has only been seen in brief glimpses before they're bound to return to their differing duties and, today, as Greeneyes' gaze trains more on the medicine than usual, he realizes this. When is the last time he's had more than a moment to speak with Fireflypaw? When is the last, that is, without Dawnglare's presence looming? Lingering, as the High Priest watches them, analyzes their every move.
It's an inquiry that brings loneliness forth, a yearning to spend time with his friend - to check in on him, to see what's been going on in his world.
His day is rather slow - his patrols have already been completed for the day, and he spends the rest of it in camp. A needed break, probably the first real one of his since the battle. It feels odd, like he should be doing something around camp. Like he needs to be. Greeneyes scans the camp for something to do, and his gaze hits the medicine den multiple times before he remembers: Dawnglare isn't here right now.
He doesn't know where, doesn't know if he really cares to know what the High Priest is up to - but a question follows the realization. Did he take Fireflypaw with him?
Hope rises within him at the chance of the seal point being left behind. Another scan of the camp is made before Greeneyes rises to his paws, making his way over to the medicine den. Later, he'll worry about his presence near the herb storage - whether or not the High Priest can feel his tainted aura among catmint and borage when the cinnamon-red tom makes his return. For now, a snow-splashed face pokes into the hazel bush's entrance.
"Fi? Are you... Are you in here?"
The comfort of having his friend around has only been seen in brief glimpses before they're bound to return to their differing duties and, today, as Greeneyes' gaze trains more on the medicine than usual, he realizes this. When is the last time he's had more than a moment to speak with Fireflypaw? When is the last, that is, without Dawnglare's presence looming? Lingering, as the High Priest watches them, analyzes their every move.
It's an inquiry that brings loneliness forth, a yearning to spend time with his friend - to check in on him, to see what's been going on in his world.
His day is rather slow - his patrols have already been completed for the day, and he spends the rest of it in camp. A needed break, probably the first real one of his since the battle. It feels odd, like he should be doing something around camp. Like he needs to be. Greeneyes scans the camp for something to do, and his gaze hits the medicine den multiple times before he remembers: Dawnglare isn't here right now.
He doesn't know where, doesn't know if he really cares to know what the High Priest is up to - but a question follows the realization. Did he take Fireflypaw with him?
Hope rises within him at the chance of the seal point being left behind. Another scan of the camp is made before Greeneyes rises to his paws, making his way over to the medicine den. Later, he'll worry about his presence near the herb storage - whether or not the High Priest can feel his tainted aura among catmint and borage when the cinnamon-red tom makes his return. For now, a snow-splashed face pokes into the hazel bush's entrance.
"Fi? Are you... Are you in here?"
// @Fireflypaw !