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Wolfpaw. A torbie pelt unhappy on the edge of her storytelling circle. A low and frightened murmur at its conclusion. Someone scoffing at her so-called glorification of the rogue attack. Shame burning her ears.
It feels like moons upon moons ago.
Now she shares the cramped space of the patient nests with the wounded apprentice and her siblings. Her head rests on paws gradually going numb from laying in the same position for so long. She doesn't know how long it's been since she set her head down. It doesn't really matter. A sunken green eye flicks towards Wolfpaw. She wears her bandage slung across the opposite side of her face, like a mirror image. Except Wolfpaw has her whole life ahead of her, doesn't she? So much left for her.
One minute could ruin that. One wrong decision. One poor choice. One moment, one breath, one heartbeat where you let your guard down.
Her eye jitters around the den. Seven cats, not including Dawnglare and Fireflypaw, wherever they are. It focuses on Wolfpaw once more, and her chin moves against her paws, voice rusty with relative disuse. "How are you adjusting?" She lets the silence fall where it may for a moment. "Your eye, I mean."
// @wolfpaw! !!
It feels like moons upon moons ago.
Now she shares the cramped space of the patient nests with the wounded apprentice and her siblings. Her head rests on paws gradually going numb from laying in the same position for so long. She doesn't know how long it's been since she set her head down. It doesn't really matter. A sunken green eye flicks towards Wolfpaw. She wears her bandage slung across the opposite side of her face, like a mirror image. Except Wolfpaw has her whole life ahead of her, doesn't she? So much left for her.
One minute could ruin that. One wrong decision. One poor choice. One moment, one breath, one heartbeat where you let your guard down.
Her eye jitters around the den. Seven cats, not including Dawnglare and Fireflypaw, wherever they are. It focuses on Wolfpaw once more, and her chin moves against her paws, voice rusty with relative disuse. "How are you adjusting?" She lets the silence fall where it may for a moment. "Your eye, I mean."
// @wolfpaw! !!
"speech"