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The morning is light and cold.
Nothing like the mountaintops, with their blistery snow and unfiltered-white sun, but...chilly. Sedgepounce's fur is fluffed as he trudges through the frost-nipped camp, dragging with him stalks of heather yet to die out in the Leafbare weather. There are nicks and scrapes left here or there since the attacks on the camp; small patches in the dens, with just enough room for winds to whistle through and stoke the ire of some elders and queens. Remnants from the rogue invasion, apparently. (He can't believe he missed it!) Besides, he's well enough to do it. Not like Peri or Milkpaw, StarClan help them.
It's earlier than Sedgepounce would have been up at work, before, but he's dutiful about it. The heather is heavy and dragging on the floor; like he's a young apprentice who's just caught a hare twice his size, only without the naive triumph and with a lot more weathered contemplation.
He sets his jaw and drags the stalks closer to the dens, mind wandering despite his steadfast determination. Being home isn't as easy as he thought it would be. A lot of things feel different—feel tense. Unless...unless it was always like this, and he just never knew to notice?
Lost in his head, Sedgepounce is ignorant to the cat he's trudging toward until he's knocking right into them. Startled, he drops the bounty of heather in his teeth, whipping around to meet whoever he'd collided with. "Agh, sorry!"
// feel free to be the character he bumped into!
Nothing like the mountaintops, with their blistery snow and unfiltered-white sun, but...chilly. Sedgepounce's fur is fluffed as he trudges through the frost-nipped camp, dragging with him stalks of heather yet to die out in the Leafbare weather. There are nicks and scrapes left here or there since the attacks on the camp; small patches in the dens, with just enough room for winds to whistle through and stoke the ire of some elders and queens. Remnants from the rogue invasion, apparently. (He can't believe he missed it!) Besides, he's well enough to do it. Not like Peri or Milkpaw, StarClan help them.
It's earlier than Sedgepounce would have been up at work, before, but he's dutiful about it. The heather is heavy and dragging on the floor; like he's a young apprentice who's just caught a hare twice his size, only without the naive triumph and with a lot more weathered contemplation.
He sets his jaw and drags the stalks closer to the dens, mind wandering despite his steadfast determination. Being home isn't as easy as he thought it would be. A lot of things feel different—feel tense. Unless...unless it was always like this, and he just never knew to notice?
Lost in his head, Sedgepounce is ignorant to the cat he's trudging toward until he's knocking right into them. Startled, he drops the bounty of heather in his teeth, whipping around to meet whoever he'd collided with. "Agh, sorry!"
// feel free to be the character he bumped into!
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