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// Please wait for @POPPYSPLASH. to post! Also tagging other mama @willowroot
He didn't like secrets. He's never been good at keeping them down, he's just not built for it! They eat him from the inside out like moss growing over a rock, consuming him with guilt and anxiety. He knows, and he knows he's not supposed to know. He's been tiptoeing around with this deep, dark, secret knowledge, avoiding the couple at all times because he knows he'll crack under the pressure if he sees them! He's slinking across camp, looking around as if he's expecting an eagle to swoop down from the sky and pluck him up. The coast seems clear. He thinks he can get to the warrior's den before anyone will suspect a thing. He's making his move, one paw after the other, swift and silent. He's rounding a clump of reeds, thinking he's home-free, before there, right around the other side, is Willowroot and Poppysplash, lounging calmly.
He halts with an indiscernible yelp, ears falling flat against his head in dread. "HEY! Hi, hey, hello! How's the happy couple on this...chilly...day, haaaha." He nervously side-steps around them, awkward chuckles overtaking him. "The sun's out, good weather for kits. SITS. SIT-ting. Sitting. HA!" He's almost there, almost all the way around them, then he'll make a beeline for the den. He's doing so good. They don't suspect a thing. "So what are you two planning on doing today? Relaxing? GOOD, good, nothing too tedious, I hope!" There. He's done it. He's made it! He's shuffled all the way around them, and he can finally dart off into the darkness of the den and escape.
Relaxing, he spins around on his heel and meows over his shoulder, proud of himself, "Well, I'm gonna go get some shut-eye! You won't get much of that when the little ones are here, eh?" And mid-step, he freezes, eyes blowing wide and a forepaw lifting to stick itself right in his mouth. I didn't...
Yes, yes he did.
He didn't like secrets. He's never been good at keeping them down, he's just not built for it! They eat him from the inside out like moss growing over a rock, consuming him with guilt and anxiety. He knows, and he knows he's not supposed to know. He's been tiptoeing around with this deep, dark, secret knowledge, avoiding the couple at all times because he knows he'll crack under the pressure if he sees them! He's slinking across camp, looking around as if he's expecting an eagle to swoop down from the sky and pluck him up. The coast seems clear. He thinks he can get to the warrior's den before anyone will suspect a thing. He's making his move, one paw after the other, swift and silent. He's rounding a clump of reeds, thinking he's home-free, before there, right around the other side, is Willowroot and Poppysplash, lounging calmly.
He halts with an indiscernible yelp, ears falling flat against his head in dread. "HEY! Hi, hey, hello! How's the happy couple on this...chilly...day, haaaha." He nervously side-steps around them, awkward chuckles overtaking him. "The sun's out, good weather for kits. SITS. SIT-ting. Sitting. HA!" He's almost there, almost all the way around them, then he'll make a beeline for the den. He's doing so good. They don't suspect a thing. "So what are you two planning on doing today? Relaxing? GOOD, good, nothing too tedious, I hope!" There. He's done it. He's made it! He's shuffled all the way around them, and he can finally dart off into the darkness of the den and escape.
Relaxing, he spins around on his heel and meows over his shoulder, proud of himself, "Well, I'm gonna go get some shut-eye! You won't get much of that when the little ones are here, eh?" And mid-step, he freezes, eyes blowing wide and a forepaw lifting to stick itself right in his mouth. I didn't...
Yes, yes he did.