- May 16, 2023
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( tags ) Fox's short time in Windclan so far had been turbulent and confusing, tensions were high as cats hissed to each other about enemy clans and rushed in and out of camp for prey and supply patrols. But, in another, much more real sense, these windy days within the clan had been mostly very... boring. The gold and white tom was confined to the boundaries of the camp, these cats had no trust for him to be anywhere without several sets of eyes on him at once. At the same time, Fox was no helpless kit, and he couldn't just sit around and mooch off their food and shelter for nothing in return. So, he was put to work doing menial chores like cleaning out dens and the like. He didn't mind it all that much, the clan cats didn't give him too much flack as long as he kept his head down and stayed out from under their paws. The mundane routine of this week gave him too much time to think, though, about someone he had been avoiding. He'd skirted around having to talk to his father for more than a minute at a time, edging away from his questions and fleeing with muttered excuses when the cramp in his chest became overwhelming. That was before Houndthistle had gone to go fight, and when he came back covered in blood and gore, looking half-dead and ashamed, something else filled his chest, something akin to fear.
He pads into the darkened entrance of the medicine den, a simple muffled "Hey." announcing his presence as he approached a particular patient with a piece of prey from the freshkill pile. It was a starling, he'd liked those. It was then that he took a good look at him for the first time. In many ways, he remained the same as he ever was, Hound's hulking presence demanded attention even as he laid in his nest. But, there was a weathered look to him that he hadn't noticed before, whether it was a more recent development or that Fox had not been able to recognize it with a child's eyes remained unknown. Plus, he had taken quite the beating.
"Ya look..." Awful. Like someone tried to gut you and take your eye as a prize. Like this nest should've been your deathbed. "...alright. It hurt any less now, a'least?" Pink nose sniffed at the shoulder closest to him, and he pulled his head back with a displeased wrinkle. The herb poultices patched over Houndthistle's wounds gave him a sharp, astringent scent that mingled with the den's heavy air of blood and dust and cats in pain. His gaze dragged up to Houndthistle's, lingering on the place where his other eye was, unseen underneath cobwebs and herbs and the feeling punched through his chest again. Fox couldn't stand it, how could he lay there and look at him so patiently, the same way he looked at him as a kit? How could he look like that and be the same man who'd abandoned their home, who had marked him for death and moved on to join a new family? The same one who now, after meeting him again after all these moons, had gone out and nearly gotten himself killed, almost leaving him all alone again with a bunch of strangers?
Brow furrowed over grey eyes and teeth gritted together as the ache in his chest only grew, his eyes found a familiar home staring downwards, appearing to study the starling at his feet, its feathers glossy and neat. He didn't know why he hadn't turned to leave yet, but the feeling was threatening to burst and he had nowhere else to go, really. It was with gritted teeth that he would growl, "This is bullshit."
"SPEECH"
@HOUNDTHISTLE
He pads into the darkened entrance of the medicine den, a simple muffled "Hey." announcing his presence as he approached a particular patient with a piece of prey from the freshkill pile. It was a starling, he'd liked those. It was then that he took a good look at him for the first time. In many ways, he remained the same as he ever was, Hound's hulking presence demanded attention even as he laid in his nest. But, there was a weathered look to him that he hadn't noticed before, whether it was a more recent development or that Fox had not been able to recognize it with a child's eyes remained unknown. Plus, he had taken quite the beating.
"Ya look..." Awful. Like someone tried to gut you and take your eye as a prize. Like this nest should've been your deathbed. "...alright. It hurt any less now, a'least?" Pink nose sniffed at the shoulder closest to him, and he pulled his head back with a displeased wrinkle. The herb poultices patched over Houndthistle's wounds gave him a sharp, astringent scent that mingled with the den's heavy air of blood and dust and cats in pain. His gaze dragged up to Houndthistle's, lingering on the place where his other eye was, unseen underneath cobwebs and herbs and the feeling punched through his chest again. Fox couldn't stand it, how could he lay there and look at him so patiently, the same way he looked at him as a kit? How could he look like that and be the same man who'd abandoned their home, who had marked him for death and moved on to join a new family? The same one who now, after meeting him again after all these moons, had gone out and nearly gotten himself killed, almost leaving him all alone again with a bunch of strangers?
Brow furrowed over grey eyes and teeth gritted together as the ache in his chest only grew, his eyes found a familiar home staring downwards, appearing to study the starling at his feet, its feathers glossy and neat. He didn't know why he hadn't turned to leave yet, but the feeling was threatening to burst and he had nowhere else to go, really. It was with gritted teeth that he would growl, "This is bullshit."
"SPEECH"
@HOUNDTHISTLE
