camp I WANT TO BE GOOD ＜ REPAIRS ＞

[THISTLEPAW]

With sharp, lashing motions, Thistlepaw does precisely as he was told. In and out, back through, twisting — wall repair is tedious and frustrating in a way that mocks the apprentice. He had always thought that fighting would be the hardest thing to learn. Patrolling took the air right out of his lungs and hunting gave him a mouthful of mud, and weaving– weaving! It was by far the worst of the lot. Of all the new skills, none other poked and prodded so painfully at his paws. None of them left such a stark visual reminder of his failure before his eyes. The more that he works on it, the worse the camp wall looks. More poking out, more broken branches. How was he supposed to make it look like this had never happened? Cats had died. Sun–

It is a conscious decision to close his eyes rather than look back at where the other must have died. Between the chaos in front of him and the horror behind him, Thistlepaw tenses up and confronts neither. All he can do is sit there in front of this hole in their defenses and try not to scream.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜03.03＞ ⸙˚

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• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. there's still recovering to do before his clanmates see him as anything more than a weak, sick kittypet.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. though with a blocky, nearly bulky frame, thistlepaw has been softened, rounded, and stretched thin by his uncertain life. without work or play to thicken the pads of his paws or add strength to his limbs, his skin plays like canvas stretched taut over its frame, his fur a hazy cloak to cover the sickness. he seems soft and unwell in equal measure. certainly not an apprentice to be. . .

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[DUSTPAW]

જ➶ Pale stained paws move back and forth. To and fro. Keeping herself busy seems like a must now. Always asking for something to do or butting her head into someone else's business to see if they need anything. At the moment she has been gathering branches and dropping them off. Making a steady pile to use for reconstruction. But even as she leaves camp the apprentice keeps herself from going too far for fear that those things will come back. Even so she had tried to st3p just a little further out but her legs had started shaking. So she came back, just for a moment, of course she isn't scared or anything like that. Returning always eases the tension in her chest. To see her clanmates beyond the bundle of twigs and sticks in her maw. Carefully she places them on the pile before noticing a fellow apprentice. Thistlepaw. He seemed conflicted. Angry? She's bad at reading expressions. Annoyed maybe?

Either way she steps over lightly, glancing over his shoulder to the hole in the wall that he is trying to fix. Seems like he needs some help? Maybe encouragement? "Doesn't look too bad. We can just pull the broken bits out and replace them. Do you need any help? I'm not busy at the moment and I got more branches." Her tail easily motions to the pile she has created.​

 

[Softsight]

Doing as she's told is easy, especially after the traumatic experience of the wolves' invasion. Weaving together the walls that the wolves didn't let bar them from getting in is relaxing, in a way, or perhaps it simply helps to keep her mind off of the Clanmates they lost - the Clanmates they could have lost, the Clanmates they could still lose. Binding sticks and twigs together to improve a wall that had done little to protect them put her mind at more ease than it would have been if she was staring at the bloodstained ground that had become the camp.

Softpaw noticed that Thistlepaw, prickly as ever, was also helping with the walls, and she was slightly relieved to see that he seemed shaken as well - she wasn't alone in being scared. It was something that she could share with her Clanmates. She shifted to the side as Dustpaw approached with more resources, and Softpaw nodded thankfully in her direction. She didn't need help, and she wondered if Thistlepaw would allow himself to be helped even if he needed it.​