the sun is coming up ❥ wall repairs

[Fidgetfoot]

❝ I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT I DON'T KNOW ❞​

So much had happened within the past few moons. Sickness, his warrior name, and now the whole battle. Fidgetfoot had tried his best to be involved, wanting to take back his home with his clanmates, yet he was a coward. Always a coward. The young warrior was upset with himself, but his anxiety left him stunned, hiding in the corner and watching. But hey, it was over! He could return to normalcy, right? ... Right? Well, if something was normal, it would be chores. Chores that he decided to throw himself into as punishment for being anxious, weak - everything his brain told him.

The lanky warrior sat in front of a section of the wall, piles of gorse and heather sitting next to him. He worked slowly, paws shaking as he attempted to pull the old out and replace it with the fresh. It wasn't working as well as they'd hope. A frustrated sigh left the moor runner's mouth, a worried look crossing his face as he dropped an older piece of gorse on the ground in front of him. "H-How much longer d-do we have to do this?" He asked a clanmate, pushing the plant to the side, flinching each time he was pricked. This was hard. The tip of their tail twitched in its usual pattern as they grabbed another fresh piece of gorse with his mouth. Sticking it into the wall, he used a shaky paw to hold it in place, beginning to weave the new into the old.
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[RATTLEHEART]

Of all the warriors in Windclan, Rattleheart was one that could certainly relate to Fidgetfoot's plight. Although Sootstar's actions had forced her out of the background shadows and into taking a stand for herself and others, she had once been in much the same position. She had been quiet and plagued with anxiety - though the anxiety had stuck around even to now - and had lingered out of view because it felt like the smart thing to do. Scorchstreak had always been the one in the spotlight, and Rattleheart had been perfectly happy with that, figuring her best course of action was to just step aside and listen. For a while that had seemed perfectly fine to her, up until her own emotions had finally boiled over as a result of Sootstar's reign.

The tunneler just hoped Fidgetfoot wouldn't have to go through something quite so drastic to grow.

Their words nearly went in right ear and out the other, Rattleheart's mind so focused on carefully weaving in new gorse that she took a moment to process what had been said. A soft huff of amusement left her once she did, shaking her head at how frustrated he seemed. "We should at least try to get this section done. Even if I doubt anyone will be attacking us anytime soon, we want to make sure things are well defended." The loyalists that had fled lingered in the back of her mind, presenting a threat but one that was neutered and scattered for the moment. Without Sootstar and a healer, it was unlikely - at least in her mind - that they'd be attacking anytime soon. "How are your paws?" She had noticed the way he kept flinching away, the shaking of his paws rendering it difficult for him to be properly careful.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​

 

[cottonsprig]

"Forever, probably," Cottonfang hums, not a part of the gorse-work crew and simply passing by, but bidding her opinion nonetheless. The she-cat often spends her time with menial tasks almost like this - such as replacing the bedding in the medicine den, or sorting out wilted or ruined herb stock. Suffice it to say that the task is never done, even when you think it might be. Still, she only speaks in good fun, and pauses for a beat to observe Fidgetfoot's work.

"I think you're almost done here!" She then tries to encourage the nervous warrior. She can remember being apprenticed alongside the tom, but she separated from the common course and became Wolfsong's apprentice, so in truth she doesn't know too much about him anymore. Which... sucks, truthfully.​