[Fritter]

->> jayfrost [he/him, rc warrior, 25moons, burn baby burn] <<-
a tall silver classic-tabby with well groomed short to medium length fur and icy blue eyes

the monotony of the medicine den and even the clearing got the best of him, he had long given up on just trying to argue with minkpaw when she stopped him on his way out, that small of a cat shouldnt have enough brain capacity to continuously be this stubborn for stars sake. after far too many unsuccessful attempts he finally manages to avoid her silver gaze that somehow seemed to pin him down even through the walls of the medicine den, successfully slipping out into the territory to go for a walk..or at least try- his front leg was horribly in the way and the stick keeping it straight wasnt making it better, so he went, leg stiff and awkwardly hopping at a embarrassingly slow pace. he had planned to just go look at the river for a while and enjoy the silence away from the constant assault that was the clan going about their day around him and even worse, the other cats in the medicine den. he had to admit he felt a bit mean thinking about his clan mates that way but the semi constant dizziness and headaches that had plagued him since he had woken up the day of the raid and their constant chatter made him quite honestly tear his ears off. so there he was, limping through the territory he normally didnt pay this much thought, but the odd roots or stones were making him stumble and slowly but surely begin to huff from how much his left ached under the pressure of his whole weight and the strain this supposedly easy walk was causing along his spine. he winced, stopping to stuck in a few harsh lungful's of air against the sting of his back and chest, when he heard leaves rustling and cat voices not too far from him. wow, great, he had tried so hard to get away from everyone and now he was literally about to stumble into at least two cats. great. he briefly cursed himself for choosing this direction before continuing along anyway, the wind direction put him at a grave disadvantage and it was probably already too late to disappear without alerting the other cats. if the other cats were not riverclanners he was screwed. jayfrost pushed through the thicket and almost exhaled a sigh of relief at garlicfeathers presence, garlicfrost was far from being his least liked clan mate, so maybe this wasnt as bad as it coulve been.
"yo uh, you okay?" he broke the silence, voice as steady as could be in his current situation, suppressing another wince as his lungs constricted painfully and let himself collapse into a weirdly tilted seat.


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Garlic Feather
Purrks; Just a scratch| Beefed up tier 2|
He-Him { River Clan } Warrior

Wailing for attention? Garlic Feather had very very quickly stomped out any of that lingering guilt or attempts to ‘ fix ‘ this or at least lighten the mood. Why should he bother when this oversized kit was squeaking and shouting in his face, and just when he thought he’d finally found another cat with common sense, one that he’d idiotically assumed wasn’t completely scatterbrained! Of course he still loved dandelion, but it was getting very very hard to hold onto that love when she was throwing a tantrum and chittering about how horrible her past love was. And the sheer lack of respect to compare him to such horrible actions. All he’d done was get upset over the idea of kits and she was making him seem like the big bad guy you’d have to get past for some reward. The worst part was that Garlic had hadn’t even done anything close to that, if anything this had been their only ever fight. Which said a lot about how bloody much Dandelion meant to him without adding on the things he’d mentioned before. In silence he watched Dandelion disappear within the bush and somewhere else, and the sudden quiet made him all the more aware of it all, it was always the time after fights that felt the worst. Left alone to reconsider the decisions made. Although admittedly he was still in a huff guilt and anger and all, he was in the right and he knew it, why else would he have argued? Garlic Feather slumped down lowering his head and curling his tail around himself tucking his paw close, a horrible heavy feeling clung to him that he just couldn’t shake off, he felt a very unsavoury mix of more emotions than he was used to that just worsened the moment for him. Garlic Feather was dreadfully caught up in the fight, in his head at least, of who was in the right or wrong and also annoyed in general. Garlic Feathers fur shot up as he perked his ears at the sound of paw steps drawing closer- or maybe it was just dandelion getting further or stumbling around who knows. Dandelion or not he was still Embarrassed by the sudden fear and he tried to quickly pull himself together and get his common sense back. Clearly that wasn’t dandelion. the sound of paw steps and the scent of another riverclan cat growing stronger of whom he knew wasn’t dandelion, drew his attention away from where dandelion had went. Garlic Feather brushed off any previous concerns he’d had about who might step- or possibly leap out, as Jay Frost appeared. A glance at the limp made garlic think that he’d ought to be the one asking that question. ‘Sorta- I don’t really know right now. What are you doing out here? ’ Garlic Feather wasn’t sure on whether he was keen on the idea of rambling about the big fight, he was more worried about being told he was in the wrong then anything. But on a side note, he was a little concerned that maybe Jay Frost shouldn’t exactly be walking around this far out- well he wasn’t a medicine cat and he’d certainly not the knowledge of one, but still. Garlic Feather also sat down more so in hopes for a conversation and not an argument that didn’t end in being called a kit.
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(Very tired when I finished this so lemme know if there’s any mistakes)