- Oct 17, 2022
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MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————
After everything that happened since the flood, coming back to their home camp feels like stepping out into the past. The clean-up patrols did a good job: there is no debris left, no signs of the water that swallowed their home whole, and no den damage that Snakeblink can see at first glance. The result is so clean it becomes almost unfamiliar: his last memory of this place is one of wreckage, and he has carried it as such in his mind since. It’s as if nothing happened at all, like the past three moons were naught but a bad dream. He can almost believe that Clearsight went ahead of them and is about to walk out of one of the dens, that Ashpaw is helping Willowroot carry her brood.
Most catastrophes, unfortunately, are not so easily fixed as the camp, and for now he is the one saddled with helping the Riverclan queens ferry their progeniture to their new, and hopefully forever, home. He sighs around a mouthful of grey fur. He dropped his current charge once… or a few times… on the way, unbalanced by the strong wind or tripping over nothing, and the boisterous little things has not been shy, making her displeasure known in her shrill kitten’s voice. The noise hasn’t gotten any quieter since the last time, when he grabbed her in a panic before she could plunge into the river and ended up carrying her across the stone path by her back leg.
He lets her go once he has all four paws on dry, wincing when he realizes he should have lowered his head first to avoid dropping her from such a height. Glancing back at his clanmates trailing after him into their familiar camp, he calls out, ”Let’s get the queens and elders situated first — quickly, before it starts raining. If it ever does…”
Most catastrophes, unfortunately, are not so easily fixed as the camp, and for now he is the one saddled with helping the Riverclan queens ferry their progeniture to their new, and hopefully forever, home. He sighs around a mouthful of grey fur. He dropped his current charge once… or a few times… on the way, unbalanced by the strong wind or tripping over nothing, and the boisterous little things has not been shy, making her displeasure known in her shrill kitten’s voice. The noise hasn’t gotten any quieter since the last time, when he grabbed her in a panic before she could plunge into the river and ended up carrying her across the stone path by her back leg.
He lets her go once he has all four paws on dry, wincing when he realizes he should have lowered his head first to avoid dropping her from such a height. Glancing back at his clanmates trailing after him into their familiar camp, he calls out, ”Let’s get the queens and elders situated first — quickly, before it starts raining. If it ever does…”
——————————————————————————————————— so god damn lonely
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Carrying @silverkit
We did it people! Home at last!!!
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— Snakeblink • he / him. 40 ☾, riverclan warrior
— a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
— gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo