- Aug 9, 2022
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He is a tripwire set to go off at any moment, nerves frayed and fur prickling on edge as though awaiting what was to come next. Smokethroat wasn't sure where this strange bout of paranoia and unease was coming from but it was driving him into restless madness in the long hours of the night. He wanted to be free of his own skin, felt it too tight, too vulnerable; wondered if the strange sensation of being exposed would ever go away and having no idea where this feeling started. It was a slow, arduous task to disentangle himself from the nest and the spidery limbs of his mate but once he got out of the den and felt the cool rush of air pressing around him the relief was almost palpable; he could breath again, if only for a moment. Sleep never came easy for the dark tom but it seemed lately it had only gotten worse as time went onwards, a stirring black swill in the pit of his stomach made sure he was never without the strain of tension and worry that kept the mind frantic all through the day and night. Talking walks through the territory in the darkness was not an uncommon occurance for him, but the nagging fear of Beesong's untimely demise stopped him short from pushing out of the camp alone. What if he too had a stumble and fall, leaned too close over the edge of the gorge to peer into the abyss only to collapse within its gaping maw? Something told him it would be wise to not trek out on his own and his single orange eye narrowed as it swept the camp, the guards for the night Lichentail and another warrior but he paid the other fellow no mind and honed in on the gray lead as he padded over, tail flicking in greeting.
"Lichentail, mind if I borrow you for a walk? I'm sure Swantuft can handle the guard alone for a little while." A nod to the other warrior before he caught the scruffy she-cat in a quiet stare, awaiting a response.
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- @lichentail