- Nov 8, 2022
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———————————————【 coalfoot | windclan | male 】——————————————
【◈】Coalfoot didn't know it was possible to be tired in so many more ways than one, but he was. He was tired. He was tired of being tired, and he was even tired of that. He was tired of his embarrassment, tired of wanting to understand why he was so different, tired of getting no answers. He was tired of burdening his clanmates over and over, and he was tired of worrying when they would finally give up on him. Dandelionwish hadn't, and somehow, that made him feel the worst of all.
The marbled warrior had been in the middle of conversing with a clanmate when it happened, carrying prey to a spot where they could share. Exhaustion wasn't something he was unfamiliar with anymore. It was a near constant haze at the back of his mind. Coalfoot rarely got reprieve of it, but he liked to believe that he was... okay at ignoring it, if he really tried, but it was never enough. That wave of exhaustion had swept over him before he could even blink, and the tom had slumped to the ground without a moment's warning.
What he didn't expect, however, was to wake up in the medicine cat's den. He stirred, gently, bearings returning and green hues blinking. Dandelionwish's den. This wasn't where he had been before. "No," he moaned softly, planting a paw over his face and scrunching his eyes shut. Coalfoot hadn't yet seen the younger cat, but he knew he was there. "Dandelionwish, I'm sorry." It happened again.
Dragging his paws beneath himself, Coalfoot sat himself up, shoulders hunched and head turning to locate the sepia tom, expression scrunched with a mixture of frustration and apology. There were already too many things for him to worry about, and the last thing he wanted was to add himself to the top of it all.
The marbled warrior had been in the middle of conversing with a clanmate when it happened, carrying prey to a spot where they could share. Exhaustion wasn't something he was unfamiliar with anymore. It was a near constant haze at the back of his mind. Coalfoot rarely got reprieve of it, but he liked to believe that he was... okay at ignoring it, if he really tried, but it was never enough. That wave of exhaustion had swept over him before he could even blink, and the tom had slumped to the ground without a moment's warning.
What he didn't expect, however, was to wake up in the medicine cat's den. He stirred, gently, bearings returning and green hues blinking. Dandelionwish's den. This wasn't where he had been before. "No," he moaned softly, planting a paw over his face and scrunching his eyes shut. Coalfoot hadn't yet seen the younger cat, but he knew he was there. "Dandelionwish, I'm sorry." It happened again.
Dragging his paws beneath himself, Coalfoot sat himself up, shoulders hunched and head turning to locate the sepia tom, expression scrunched with a mixture of frustration and apology. There were already too many things for him to worry about, and the last thing he wanted was to add himself to the top of it all.
[penned by its_oliverr].