[Rani]

Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3

They needed out. They couldnt guarantee they'd come back if they went. They needed out. They couldnt guarantee they'd come back if they went. They needed out. They couldnt guarantee they'd come back if they went. They needed OUT-


Wolfhive interrupting felt like a punch to the chest and suddenly Mudhound was gasping for breath, panting as if they'd ran a marathon (or perhaps had a panic attack) or'd not been breathing for almost too long. Their muscles ached, vision swam and for a long shuddering moment it was akin to being dunked in ice cold water. A feeling Mudhound had never wanted to feel again after one disastrous winter given they couldnt swim.
In sum total they hurt now, more then the ache of illness and more then the dull throb of grief.


Why had Wolfhive disturbed them? What was he doing, wanted from the tripod? Mudhound didnt know, felt lost and clueless at the moment but given he seemed to have a better idea for direction right now then them they followed without question.




It quickly turned from him leading to the much healthier tripod using their bulk to forge ahead and break through thunderclans thick undergrowth to clear his path, flank just at his shoulder to provide support as the two walked. It wasnt in a direction Mudhound thought theyd ever gone in before but.... Well perhaps that was better. If they were walking somewhere new it meant the memories couldnt ambush them.


As they did the normally chatty hornet was silent, empty of words for almost too long until the horrible oppressive weight of everything in the quarantine camp was distant enough to be away. Then?
"...... I think I hate the sunkissed creek now. Hate feels new and bad."


@BEAR.