- Jul 15, 2023
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"Gentlestorm..." Her voice was quiet, hesitant, but perhaps too quiet in the dead of night. Tears brimmed slightly glowing green eyes, tears she hoped he would not see. She did not want to face the embarrassment - she was a Thunderclan apprentice- almost a Thunderclan warrior. But...
"I- im sorry to disturb- but, i-" the taste of blood won't leave my paws no matter how long I sit here and clean them, the spilling of red won't leave my vision even if I think of being home and how happy I am. She swallowed hard. She was a warrior, she had tasted prey- she had finally been able to deal with killing prey. And she did not kill today- Wildheart saved her life and from that agony. Or from her life being torn from her as she finally got home.
Because she hesitated. Her sprained paw was held delicately in the air, shuffling a bit closer to the larger tom with her gaze finally moving away from him. He has enough to worry about besides trying to help you with something so.. menial. She couldn't help but not want to waste the much more injured toms time. He needed his rest.
"actually .. I'll .. get over it- im sorry." She finally decided, tucking her head down and about to turn away.
@GENTLESTORM