Post by ♏aple♢ on Nov 6, 2015 5:09:49 GMT
It’s okay to get lost every once in a while.
Sometimes getting lost is how we find ourselves.
Sometimes getting lost is how we find ourselves.
Birchtail was sorry. Specklefoot stiffled his pained whimpers for just a moment, ears pricking and teeth gritting as he silenced the hurt. He attacked him, but he hadn't meant to. Why did he do it? He said he didn't have a reason. But cats always had a reason for doing things, didn't they? ........... Didn't..... they.....? He had to have done something wrong. Specklefoot closed his eyes- not that it would have made any difference- and shook his head. He could feel the earth growing muddy beneath his face. "Sssss-s'okay." he gritted out. Above him, he heard nothing but silence. Would... he accept his apology? Specklefoot didn't know what he done, but if it was bad enough to make his friend attack him, then it must have been awful bad. After a number of heartbeats that seemed to be infinite, he finally heard a sigh. Not.. Not Birchtail's, though. Starlingfur's.
"... Go to my den, Birchtail. We will discuss this- and your punishment- in private." Specklefoot could hear the disappointment in her voice. Was she mad at him? Oh no oh no, that was the last thing that Specklefoot wanted. Wait... why was she punishing Birchtail? Specklefoot tried to blink, but that hurt his eyes so he just decided to keep them shut. And then, he could feel that paw on his shoulder again. Even through the pain, it made him relax.
"Once you get there, wait. I will be escorting Specklefoot to Ravenface's den." Um... Specklefoot wanted to raise his head, but moving it hurt the scratches on his shoulders. He was still in shock, and he felt cold. He didn't think he could help pick plants right now. But.. if that was what he had to do as punishment, then that was okay with him. His nose still sniffled and wetness stained his face, but he could feel a shoulder at his side, helping him up. Very ungracefully the tom rolled onto his stomach, before slowly rising to his paws. His nose was all stuffed now. And he still couldn't see. So he would just have to rely on the cat guiding him.
"M'sorry Bircht-t-tail." He stuttered out as they walked- presumably away from the crowd that had gathered, and towards Ravenface's den. And when they finally got there- the sharp smell of herbs was what broke through that scent wall.
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