- Sep 5, 2023
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Heatherpaw remains in camp today, or wherever she chooses to go so long as it's not into a blizzard again. Today, Downyfur's traded glossy silver fur for a prickly, roach-backed mass. They're not that critical of him—their fur is hardly ever found in ceremonial condition either—but every time they look at him, they see a target. Small and fragile that they are, they know a thing or two about being one of those.
Maybe he's trying to make himself look like someone who needs to be helped. Downyfur would know about that too.
As they emerge on the other side of the gorse tunnel, the smaller molly chances a look back at him. "You're nearing warriorhood, right?" they ask. It's casually said; they know it might be a heavy thing for a cat his age. Maybe not for what he's been through, though. They're not that far from it themself, but it feels like lifetimes ago. Sometimes, even yesterday feels like a lifetime ago. "How much has Periwinklebreeze had you work with tunnelers?" She remembers being dumbfounded when his father insisted on squeezing himself into the nursery despite not being able to nurse; now, she thinks she gets it.
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Maybe he's trying to make himself look like someone who needs to be helped. Downyfur would know about that too.
As they emerge on the other side of the gorse tunnel, the smaller molly chances a look back at him. "You're nearing warriorhood, right?" they ask. It's casually said; they know it might be a heavy thing for a cat his age. Maybe not for what he's been through, though. They're not that far from it themself, but it feels like lifetimes ago. Sometimes, even yesterday feels like a lifetime ago. "How much has Periwinklebreeze had you work with tunnelers?" She remembers being dumbfounded when his father insisted on squeezing himself into the nursery despite not being able to nurse; now, she thinks she gets it.
@Vulturepaw