- Dec 30, 2022
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The raid on RiverClan had been a success, in Badgermoon's eyes. As they had learned from the Gathering, Juniperfrost's death had been avenged in the most basic of ways: a RiverClan warrior had died. A tragedy, certainly, but at least he had died the way a warrior ought to: in battle. Besides, he never would have been in harm's way in the first place if it were not for Hyacinthbreath; it was easy to lay the blame on her for her transgressions. As far as he was concerned, Heathclaw had simply facilitated the murder that Hyacinthbreath had perpetuated unto her Clanmate. Anyway, that was in the past, now, and Clearsight surely hunted with StarClan now, where all Clan disputes dissipated into a starlit mist. What was not in the past was his bloodied, bruised body - not a surprise after a raid, but still something to contend with. I really should value my own skin more. thought the bicolor tom ruefully, as he made his way gingerly out of the camp. His destination was, of course, the Sun-Warmed Pool: as newleaf crept over the moor and the sun's rays grew warmer, he could think of no better place to rest and ease his aches and pains. I'll be all scar tissue, no fur by the time I'm an elder. If I even make it that far.
The deputy drew up close enough to the water to find it free of other cats, and he waded in without a moment's hesitation, groaning softly in appreciation as the warm water lapped over his wounds and soothed his sore muscles. Badgermoon eased himself onto his side and rested his head at the water's edge, staring dreamily off into the late afternoon sky. Perhaps a passerby might find him there, lightly dozing. Said passerby might even notice that he drooled in his sleep.
The deputy drew up close enough to the water to find it free of other cats, and he waded in without a moment's hesitation, groaning softly in appreciation as the warm water lapped over his wounds and soothed his sore muscles. Badgermoon eased himself onto his side and rested his head at the water's edge, staring dreamily off into the late afternoon sky. Perhaps a passerby might find him there, lightly dozing. Said passerby might even notice that he drooled in his sleep.