- Jul 27, 2022
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The recent events of Riverclan have left him absolutely drained. Under no circumstances does he do well under pressure, often clamming up and keeping his mouth shut with wide eyes. He hasn't cried yet, he doesn't know why or how, Otter always cried, stupid, stupid Otter, the floodgates were always open for mr crybaby. Words run back and forth through his brain, he's kept to himself, hes been good, so why has life not treated him as such? The misfortune has not come to him, but rather his clanmates and hes honestly not sure what hurts worse. He feels like throwing up so he picks himself up from his nest and moves out in to the camp.
The camp is quiet. He cannot sleep, the quiet is loud, too loud and his restless paws move out of the camp, down to the river he met Buck in, to the same river she had given him swimming lessons. His heart tightens as a heat rises to his cheeks, stopping on the riverbank. The various shells and gravel are cold beneath his pawpads and a heavy sigh leaves his mouth as he looks up to the star coated sky. He lowers himself to where his body touches the earth and he breathes, letting night chill soak his bones. He closes his eyes and sees Buck, causing pursed lips and a stressed squeak.
Buck, Buck, Buck. She's always in his mind. She haunts his dreams and now she haunts his waking vision. A small, pathetic laugh. God, he really was hopeless, wasn't he? His tail twitches. She was so pretty, the muscles that rippled under her fur, her face, her eyes. He exhales heavily, his thoughts drifting back to her once more. She had so quickly become his everything, but did she even feel an inkling of what he felt for her? His stomach churns uneasily, a paw coming to grip at his cheek.
Pretty- beautiful brown fur, tufted tail, splash of white across a face. A scar that only adds to her beauty. He wants to scream as claws unsheathe. Eyes turn back to the moon and his thoughts think that only it could rival her beauty. He shakes his head quickly to clear it, letting the sound of rushing water fill his ears once more.
He finally comes to terms with it. He is so utterly, hopelessly in love with her. He cannot tell the difference between a crush, or even love, but was this what it felt like? Shy, nervous, butterflies and igniting flames?
If Buck was in Riverclan, he decides, then he would fight to protect it no matter how scared he was. Fight to protect her. Theres a tiny spark in his chest as he finally rises to his paws, returning back to camp for some well needed sleep.
The camp is quiet. He cannot sleep, the quiet is loud, too loud and his restless paws move out of the camp, down to the river he met Buck in, to the same river she had given him swimming lessons. His heart tightens as a heat rises to his cheeks, stopping on the riverbank. The various shells and gravel are cold beneath his pawpads and a heavy sigh leaves his mouth as he looks up to the star coated sky. He lowers himself to where his body touches the earth and he breathes, letting night chill soak his bones. He closes his eyes and sees Buck, causing pursed lips and a stressed squeak.
Buck, Buck, Buck. She's always in his mind. She haunts his dreams and now she haunts his waking vision. A small, pathetic laugh. God, he really was hopeless, wasn't he? His tail twitches. She was so pretty, the muscles that rippled under her fur, her face, her eyes. He exhales heavily, his thoughts drifting back to her once more. She had so quickly become his everything, but did she even feel an inkling of what he felt for her? His stomach churns uneasily, a paw coming to grip at his cheek.
Pretty- beautiful brown fur, tufted tail, splash of white across a face. A scar that only adds to her beauty. He wants to scream as claws unsheathe. Eyes turn back to the moon and his thoughts think that only it could rival her beauty. He shakes his head quickly to clear it, letting the sound of rushing water fill his ears once more.
He finally comes to terms with it. He is so utterly, hopelessly in love with her. He cannot tell the difference between a crush, or even love, but was this what it felt like? Shy, nervous, butterflies and igniting flames?
If Buck was in Riverclan, he decides, then he would fight to protect it no matter how scared he was. Fight to protect her. Theres a tiny spark in his chest as he finally rises to his paws, returning back to camp for some well needed sleep.
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