- May 21, 2024
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Stonestrike woke to his whole body feeling tense, like he'd been in fight or flight in his sleep. His joints ached as he pushed himself out of his nest. He was set to leave on yet another hunting patrol that morning. They had to act quickly to feed the kits, queens, and elders. Shake it off, you're just tired... he thought. It felt as though StarClan was punishing them. For what, he didn't know. Couldn't know. He was not of rank to be privy to the inner most talk. Why punish everyone? What did the innocent kits do to deserve the uncertanty? The anxiety?
Maybe he thought he was invincible, or maybe he was just in denial, but he said nothing about the way his breathing became labored by simply walking across camp. Upon reaching his patrolmates, he stopped for a moment to catch what little breath he had. "Are we... going to, uh... carrionplace?" he asked roughly. Honestly, he hoped not. He didn't know if he could take the stench of carrionplace.
Maybe he thought he was invincible, or maybe he was just in denial, but he said nothing about the way his breathing became labored by simply walking across camp. Upon reaching his patrolmates, he stopped for a moment to catch what little breath he had. "Are we... going to, uh... carrionplace?" he asked roughly. Honestly, he hoped not. He didn't know if he could take the stench of carrionplace.
- ooc: whoopsie hero mode activated "speech"
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