- Jan 28, 2024
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ꕀꕀ The presence of twolegs has shifted closer and closer to their camp. Of course, with his injuries and the ongoing infection that he's still fighting off, Sandpaw is stuck in camp. Lounging about uselessly doesn't suit him, he thinks. He should be out there, tracking the twolegs' movements just as carefully as the rest of his clanmates. But instead, the tortoiseshell tom sits at the river's edge, his single pale eye trained on the rippling of the water before him. It feels as though he's floating somewhere above his own body, seeing without truly seeing, caught up in bitter thoughts and self-pity. His injury is his own fault, and so is its prolonged healing time, but… he feels terribly lost. It's horrible—he can't stand to look at his own reflection, and he can't stand to be as useless as he is.
Perhaps he isn't completely useless, though. Even with just one eye, he can spot the massive danger that's coming around the bend of the river—on his sighted side, thankfully. Hackles rise and claws unsheathe as the great shape grows closer, though he knows that he has no hope of fending it off. He couldn't even fight off a simple fox, and the great shiny thing is moving ever closer. There seems to be a twoleg riding upon its back, and the bare-limbed creature looks to be holding a long stick, with strange fins on each end of it. "Hey," he calls out, turning to look around the camp for any nearby clanmates. Panicked, he stumbles as he whirls around, but he manages to catch himself before he trips over his own paws. "Hey, there's a monster in the river!"
// bingo slot: gar !!!
Perhaps he isn't completely useless, though. Even with just one eye, he can spot the massive danger that's coming around the bend of the river—on his sighted side, thankfully. Hackles rise and claws unsheathe as the great shape grows closer, though he knows that he has no hope of fending it off. He couldn't even fight off a simple fox, and the great shiny thing is moving ever closer. There seems to be a twoleg riding upon its back, and the bare-limbed creature looks to be holding a long stick, with strange fins on each end of it. "Hey," he calls out, turning to look around the camp for any nearby clanmates. Panicked, he stumbles as he whirls around, but he manages to catch himself before he trips over his own paws. "Hey, there's a monster in the river!"
// bingo slot: gar !!!