04-13-2020, 03:13 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; line-height: 100%; color: black; margin-top: 10px"][justify]His day had been, in every sense of the word, stupid. Fallowflight never got into accidents. He never got close to seriously hurt. He couldn't even remember a time when he'd been scolded by his superiors over something since his apprenticeship. And yet, here he was, having experienced all three before the sun had reached its highest point.
It wasn't even that serious; just a scraped up leg, the victim of particularly overgrown brambles, but he'd been given an earful the minute he was spotted creeping back into camp. The dappled warrior had insisted — borderline pleaded — that it wasn't anything to get worled up about, that it was a common injury and needed mothing more than extra care in future patrols, and perhaps a better eye for sharp things in the weak dawn light. But, much to his fury, nobody had wanted any of it. You'd better get Sunfeather to look at that, or you'll be pulled from patrols for the next moon! What right had they? The only person he really needed to listen to was Aspenstar, but she'd been nowhere to be found then.
Fallowflight had to practically drag himself towards the medicine cat's den. It had been a good while since he'd spoken with the cat inside; it was no secret that they'd at one point been close, but their conjunctive promotions to separate ranks had seemed to set them on high-speed courses in opposite directions. Just yesterday it seemed they had shared the apprentice den side by side... but that was moons ago, and now, approaching the den, Fallowflight felt as if he could almost reach out and touch the permanent divide between them.
Inquisitiveness sparking in his eyes, he peered inside, taking in the neat rows of herbs. Leaves and flowers and berries and seeds, some of which he had no name for and wondered where in the territory or beyond they had come from. Things looked to have been coming back together after all that had happened before, but appearances were most often decieving. He remained at the entrance, blinking in the filtering light and shuffling on his injured leg.
[member=10086]sunfeather[/member] owo
It wasn't even that serious; just a scraped up leg, the victim of particularly overgrown brambles, but he'd been given an earful the minute he was spotted creeping back into camp. The dappled warrior had insisted — borderline pleaded — that it wasn't anything to get worled up about, that it was a common injury and needed mothing more than extra care in future patrols, and perhaps a better eye for sharp things in the weak dawn light. But, much to his fury, nobody had wanted any of it. You'd better get Sunfeather to look at that, or you'll be pulled from patrols for the next moon! What right had they? The only person he really needed to listen to was Aspenstar, but she'd been nowhere to be found then.
Fallowflight had to practically drag himself towards the medicine cat's den. It had been a good while since he'd spoken with the cat inside; it was no secret that they'd at one point been close, but their conjunctive promotions to separate ranks had seemed to set them on high-speed courses in opposite directions. Just yesterday it seemed they had shared the apprentice den side by side... but that was moons ago, and now, approaching the den, Fallowflight felt as if he could almost reach out and touch the permanent divide between them.
Inquisitiveness sparking in his eyes, he peered inside, taking in the neat rows of herbs. Leaves and flowers and berries and seeds, some of which he had no name for and wondered where in the territory or beyond they had come from. Things looked to have been coming back together after all that had happened before, but appearances were most often decieving. He remained at the entrance, blinking in the filtering light and shuffling on his injured leg.
[member=10086]sunfeather[/member] owo
when i'm around slow dancing in the dark