I TOLD YOU ONCE, I CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN
Snow made everything quieter, at least Roepaw thought so, muffling everything with its crystalline blanket.
Her breath was still stiff, but she had been given the go-to to resume her day-to-day activities after spending two nights tucked in the medicine den.
She’s only accompanied by one other warrior- the prick who had turned his nose up to her when Robinpaw had tripped her, the honeyed apprentice doesn’t like it, but it’s better than being in camp, where the grief was thick.
Morningpaw! Did Morningpaw make it?
Her voice echoes in her mind as she remembers waking up in the medicine den with a panicked start, desperate for answers- but the wailing that she could hear from the clearing was enough of an answer for her.
She blinks herself back to reality, only to find herself alone in the snowy forest. "Asshole." Roepaw grumbled to herself.
The snow that covered the trees and the ground muffled her scent, but even without the sap-tinged breeze she knew where she was. Her breath hitches, while it wasn’t the spot where the battle had taken place, she knew she was near her and Snowpaws meeting spot, a easily reachable but sheltered place where they could talk on border patrols. Her curiosity will kill her someday, and Roepaw knows that, but she continues on until the inches of snow on the ground thin, and she is under a canopy of both oak and pine tree’s, blended together in branches and leaves thick enough to keep most of the snowfall at bay, well all the leaves from the oak had fallen, but the pines needles offered a minuscule amount of protection. Now she can smell the pine sap, but it’s stale. Snowpaw wasn’t here unsurprisingly, and Roepaw didn’t know how she felt about it.
It had been one thing when they tussled, but that blow had been for Lightpaw- bigger and stronger than little Morningpaw, but it would have been grizzly all the same.
Lost and confused, Roepaw sat on the edge of the invisible scent line in both grief and defeat, her gaze is empty when it stares into the pine forest, letting the late morning wash into the early afternoon as the sun glides across the sky, the cold was biting but fell onto only a shell of a cat, and there was no reaction.
@Snowpaw
"speech."
Her breath was still stiff, but she had been given the go-to to resume her day-to-day activities after spending two nights tucked in the medicine den.
She’s only accompanied by one other warrior- the prick who had turned his nose up to her when Robinpaw had tripped her, the honeyed apprentice doesn’t like it, but it’s better than being in camp, where the grief was thick.
Morningpaw! Did Morningpaw make it?
Her voice echoes in her mind as she remembers waking up in the medicine den with a panicked start, desperate for answers- but the wailing that she could hear from the clearing was enough of an answer for her.
She blinks herself back to reality, only to find herself alone in the snowy forest. "Asshole." Roepaw grumbled to herself.
The snow that covered the trees and the ground muffled her scent, but even without the sap-tinged breeze she knew where she was. Her breath hitches, while it wasn’t the spot where the battle had taken place, she knew she was near her and Snowpaws meeting spot, a easily reachable but sheltered place where they could talk on border patrols. Her curiosity will kill her someday, and Roepaw knows that, but she continues on until the inches of snow on the ground thin, and she is under a canopy of both oak and pine tree’s, blended together in branches and leaves thick enough to keep most of the snowfall at bay, well all the leaves from the oak had fallen, but the pines needles offered a minuscule amount of protection. Now she can smell the pine sap, but it’s stale. Snowpaw wasn’t here unsurprisingly, and Roepaw didn’t know how she felt about it.
It had been one thing when they tussled, but that blow had been for Lightpaw- bigger and stronger than little Morningpaw, but it would have been grizzly all the same.
Lost and confused, Roepaw sat on the edge of the invisible scent line in both grief and defeat, her gaze is empty when it stares into the pine forest, letting the late morning wash into the early afternoon as the sun glides across the sky, the cold was biting but fell onto only a shell of a cat, and there was no reaction.
@Snowpaw
"speech."
