sensitive topics YOU NEVER REALLY LEARN &. return

[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- okay, it was simple. pretty simple. he would head back to camp, ans grab a mouse or something from the freshkill pile to bring to gentlestorm– leaving it at his nest– and he would get back in his own nest in the medicine cat den. he knows he wasn't supposed to be leaving but he... just had to. and now... ravenstrike had long since been gone, and he was left to his own. he doesn't know where she's gone and to be quite honest, he's terrified to know. he doesn't want to know. he simply wants to sleep and pretend like none of this ever happened. he stands to his paws, steps uneven as his limp seems to be way more dramatic than normal and it already is fairly dramatic. he's unsteady, swaying and trying very hard to catch himself without further hurting his leg, or trying to ignore the way his skin tugs on already opened wounds. anytime he can feel blood seep down his side, he uses his tongue to clean it up. whatever this was, however bad it is, he can just... clean it up and hide it. he tries to brush his fur in a way that hides it completely. he can't have gentlestorm worry. he can't have gentlestorm see.

"okay, mama. help me get home, okay?"

his brows furrowed as he takes slow and deliberate steps. he swears his vision I'd blurring more with every step but decidedly he ignores it. he falls back on his haunches, breathing in and out rather heavily. he's so close, and yet it feels so far. he just needs to go a little further. his ears twitch at the sound of something, or someone, nearby and while his fear leaves his heart dropping go his stomach, his exhaustion leaves him unable to move.

"please don't hurt me– i'm not gonna do anything, okay? just–"

he winces, pulling away and closing his eyes tight. he can only hope that whoever it is won't hurt him.

// please wait for @badgerstripe and just as a general thing, while orange is bleeding from a few places, he is actively hiding his wounds!! this takes place after this thread!

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, and a broken left hind leg
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[badgerstripe]

The absence of any Clanmate during this time was alarming. When Orangepaw followed Ravenstrike out of camp, Badgerstripe tried so hard to trust her. The boy wasn't kittypet born - and he was so soft-spoken, so sweet. How could they possibly provoke her?

She tries not to think about it. Tries to busy herself. To be a bystander. But a bad gut feeling comes as more time passes, and neither cat had shown up back to camp. A panic seeps into her like nothing before - why had she sat idly by while one of Skyclaw's monsters trailed out alone with a vulnerable apprentice? Why had she waited? " Excuse me. I'm feeling.. ill. " she dismisses herself to the cat next to her, and then hurriedly walks out of camp.


Some time later, not too far from camp, the metallic sting of blood hits her nose, and all of Badgerstripe's fears may be confirmed. Was it Orangepaw? Was he injured? Was he.. dead? She finds the apprentice fallen onto his haunches, breathing laboriously, and her eyebrows crease with worry as she approaches. " It's only me, " Badgerstripe mews, as gently as she can muster. " I'm not going to hurt you. "

Badgerstripe was named with the virtue of empathy, but always found herself lacking in such. Now, strangely, she finds an abundance of it - in the presence of the fearful young apprentice, it is almost.. maternal, she recognizes with a slight pang of disgust. The tortoiseshell leans forward to sniff at him, finding that he is the source of blood, but anything to resemble a wound is neatly out of sight. Then, swiftly, her head snaps up to glance around the surrounding area. No sounds yet, no sights - Ravenstrike, for now, is not nearby.

" Come on. Let's get you home, " the warrior mumbles, turning back to face Orangepaw. " Can you stand? You may lean on me, if you wish. " Hopefully - her body feels fatigued, and he is far too big for her to carry alone. Carefully, they can make their way back - and wherever Orangepaw is bleeding from, the others need not know, and Gentlestorm will see to it.

BADGERSTRIPE ( she/her )​

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