- Sep 26, 2023
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Leaf fall.
Despite the rest of the going-ons, leaf fall was a bright spot. Far in the distance, leaves turned orange. The grasses moor runners allowed their paws to brush were turning brown, withering with the death of Green Leaf. Very rarely was the Tunneler above ground long enough to sit and witness it, but he had found respite for himself. Dragonflywish's ears twitched at the soft crowing of a bird in the long, far distance, and a tiny breath left him. Honestly, everything that was going on was stagnating him. The scent of rogues at the border, leaving Horse-Place.
His head turned, gently inclining towards where the abandoned badger set was, then to the sprout of life in camp. Despite the cooling weather, despite the death of the sick, despite the loss of their strongest in interest of saving those still getting sick. Dragonflywish's ears lowered, and his heart tumbled in his chest, a particularly worried look crossing his face. After all, he was supposed to be hopeful, right? A breath gathered gently, turning his vision back towards the entrance of camp and where the tunnel's entrance lay not far from it. He had to be hopeful.
Their clanmates would make it, back in one piece and with enough... lungwort, was it?- to satisfy the clan for moons. The rogues would be driven off, prey would be just fine, and the kits healthy. He inhaled softly, ears wilting. "It'll be just fine, Dragonflywish." He murmured to himself, aloud, as he wrapped his thin, pointed tail around his paws.
Despite the rest of the going-ons, leaf fall was a bright spot. Far in the distance, leaves turned orange. The grasses moor runners allowed their paws to brush were turning brown, withering with the death of Green Leaf. Very rarely was the Tunneler above ground long enough to sit and witness it, but he had found respite for himself. Dragonflywish's ears twitched at the soft crowing of a bird in the long, far distance, and a tiny breath left him. Honestly, everything that was going on was stagnating him. The scent of rogues at the border, leaving Horse-Place.
His head turned, gently inclining towards where the abandoned badger set was, then to the sprout of life in camp. Despite the cooling weather, despite the death of the sick, despite the loss of their strongest in interest of saving those still getting sick. Dragonflywish's ears lowered, and his heart tumbled in his chest, a particularly worried look crossing his face. After all, he was supposed to be hopeful, right? A breath gathered gently, turning his vision back towards the entrance of camp and where the tunnel's entrance lay not far from it. He had to be hopeful.
Their clanmates would make it, back in one piece and with enough... lungwort, was it?- to satisfy the clan for moons. The rogues would be driven off, prey would be just fine, and the kits healthy. He inhaled softly, ears wilting. "It'll be just fine, Dragonflywish." He murmured to himself, aloud, as he wrapped his thin, pointed tail around his paws.
"speech"