- Dec 13, 2023
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Sharp inhales mark the concentrated effort of unsteady steps- hot and cold swirl in confusing dance where sweat beads in effort along his brow, simultaneously chilling where it touches skin. They were successful, in a way he was willing to take solace in but the victory tastes like ash in his mouth every time metallic tang reaches his nose- the guilt weighs more heavily than the acknowledgement of a mismatched gait. Hesitation had cost them, pettiness and vindictive anger had cost her... a willful, stubborn choice that strayed so far from the character he intended to be, than the self-assured hero he painted himself as.
He'd taken a chance, one based in recklessness and guided with wild-hearted guilt and despite the way he leaned so desperately for support enough not to fall, it hardly bothers him at all. It was justice... karma in the same way that he'd been afforded many times in fleshy pink scars; he'd proven that his greatest skill was survival, despite long odds. Swallowing down a heavy breath, the overwhelming scent of swamp musk and home is as reassuring as it can be... there is relief to be found in the return of four, alive and relatively unharmed.
Pipitclaw practically forgets that he isn't and practically lunges from Lilacfur's side to fetch Starlingheart- to make sure that his aunt can tend to her litter-mate quickly and promise him that his mistake had not been more than a scratch. That it would mend quickly- "AUGH," the numbness was a thankful side effect until tested... and the moment he set about walking off on his own the pressure of his own weight under-paw is humbling. Teeth grit in an effort to stifle the frustrated swears that flitter in explicit prose through his head, crouching down quickly to try and catch himself and at the very least not make it worse.
He turns to face his hindlegs, licking furiously at his lower back where blood welts in healthy blooms from a few open cuts- those should be fine... it wasn't the first or last time he'd likely experience a scratch. He stands again, far more ginger and hesitant this time and winces for how awkward it feels when four paws touch the floor and one feels particularly numb. "Well," he speaks to pull attention away from the way he limps to hide against Lilacfur again- "We found where it's made itself comfortable... and everyone made it back in once piece. I'd chalk it up to Lilacfur and I being exceptional combatants. You're welcome! Just report our good work to Chilledstar and Smogmaw and we can leave the solving up to them. I am exhausted and would like to take a nap," he declares, lying through his teeth as if that is the source of his lame treading.
tagging @lilacfur @FORESTSHADE @SHARPSHADOW
no need to wait! this is following up after this thread, they've returned to camp after finding the badger set and escaping successfully. for the sake of not messing with timelines too much, it's safe to assume this would've been AFTER the gathering !!
He'd taken a chance, one based in recklessness and guided with wild-hearted guilt and despite the way he leaned so desperately for support enough not to fall, it hardly bothers him at all. It was justice... karma in the same way that he'd been afforded many times in fleshy pink scars; he'd proven that his greatest skill was survival, despite long odds. Swallowing down a heavy breath, the overwhelming scent of swamp musk and home is as reassuring as it can be... there is relief to be found in the return of four, alive and relatively unharmed.
Pipitclaw practically forgets that he isn't and practically lunges from Lilacfur's side to fetch Starlingheart- to make sure that his aunt can tend to her litter-mate quickly and promise him that his mistake had not been more than a scratch. That it would mend quickly- "AUGH," the numbness was a thankful side effect until tested... and the moment he set about walking off on his own the pressure of his own weight under-paw is humbling. Teeth grit in an effort to stifle the frustrated swears that flitter in explicit prose through his head, crouching down quickly to try and catch himself and at the very least not make it worse.
He turns to face his hindlegs, licking furiously at his lower back where blood welts in healthy blooms from a few open cuts- those should be fine... it wasn't the first or last time he'd likely experience a scratch. He stands again, far more ginger and hesitant this time and winces for how awkward it feels when four paws touch the floor and one feels particularly numb. "Well," he speaks to pull attention away from the way he limps to hide against Lilacfur again- "We found where it's made itself comfortable... and everyone made it back in once piece. I'd chalk it up to Lilacfur and I being exceptional combatants. You're welcome! Just report our good work to Chilledstar and Smogmaw and we can leave the solving up to them. I am exhausted and would like to take a nap," he declares, lying through his teeth as if that is the source of his lame treading.
tagging @lilacfur @FORESTSHADE @SHARPSHADOW
no need to wait! this is following up after this thread, they've returned to camp after finding the badger set and escaping successfully. for the sake of not messing with timelines too much, it's safe to assume this would've been AFTER the gathering !!
