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TAGS — It had been scary to see him in that state; bloodied, half-dead. Scorchkit was lucky to not have seen all of him, crowded by cats as he had been. She'd been too scared to see him in the medicine den. Only Sootstar could survive wounds like the ones he'd earned, right? Though Periwinklebreeze had not sustained any slashes to the throat, it had been hard to look past the way he'd only managed back to camp with the help of others. The deep cuts in his side; the chunk of flesh removed from his ear; the way he'd shambled as if only minutes away from being a corpse. And a corpse-- what a word. She'd heard that Vulturemask had become one. It was hard not to hear the whispers of the late medicine cat's condition; the way Sunstride had found him. Scorchkit had been afraid to peer into the medicine den only to find Perwinklebreeze had met the same fate. Especially so after the fun she'd had with the young warrior.
Now that he is roaming camp on his own, the girl approaches with shy confidence, a flat stone in tow. She is obvious in the way she drags it, lacking a more efficient method with such little paws (though she is growing every day into Badgermoon's wide set). "Hi," the young reflection murmurs, facing the bandaged warrior but not looking him in the eye quite yet. Scorchstreak would scold her, she thinks. She ought to meet a warrior's gaze even when she's scared. But she can't do it yet, and instead nudges her stone forward, white-tipped ears twitching. "Um. Can you build towers now?" Perhaps it is not quite the words he was expecting, but she means it this way: I'm glad you're well.
@Periwinklebreeze.
Now that he is roaming camp on his own, the girl approaches with shy confidence, a flat stone in tow. She is obvious in the way she drags it, lacking a more efficient method with such little paws (though she is growing every day into Badgermoon's wide set). "Hi," the young reflection murmurs, facing the bandaged warrior but not looking him in the eye quite yet. Scorchstreak would scold her, she thinks. She ought to meet a warrior's gaze even when she's scared. But she can't do it yet, and instead nudges her stone forward, white-tipped ears twitching. "Um. Can you build towers now?" Perhaps it is not quite the words he was expecting, but she means it this way: I'm glad you're well.
@Periwinklebreeze.