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Poppysong ═ ✱
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windclan warrior║
nb they/them║
20 moons║
tags; @
Rani @
tallulah @
lesbianism @
Micanomancy═ ═ ═
Aha! A way out.
The cries of the apprentices and kits are too much for them. The sadness nearly overwhelms the fear, but Poppysong knows nothing could overwhelm their own fear. They feel so helpless. Like they’re trapped, and can’t move, and-
The memory of being crushed by a mound of rock and dirt enters their mind suddenly and unprompted. They physically recoil and nearly trip over their own tail.
Poppysong stands straighter and raises their tail. “
I’ll grab a piece of prey,” they volunteer and scramble out of camp, trying their best to make their leg look normal as they walk. Does Softsong realize? Did they notice their leg isn’t healed at all? They try to stop thinking but they can’t.
They need air. The camp has no air. They can’t breathe.
When they leave, and the voices get quieter, they sigh with exhaustion. Maybe they can fix up their leg wrap while they’re out here. Make it look more like a medicine cat did it. But first, they begin looking for any nearby animal.
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(I’ll just have them off screen hunt, cus Im lazy lol)