How is Mudhound doing better than she is?
It was the first thing that came to Bumblestar's mind. How is
Mudhound, famously emotionally erratic, doing better than
Bumblestar, typically grit and gravel? Mudhound is capable of standing on their own four - three - paws. Bumblestar? She may as well have been dead. She'd certainly been acting like it for the past several weeks, moping in a pile at the back of her den. Mudhound's words were acknowledged with nothing. Not a shift, nor a prickle of fur, nor a flick of an ear. Bumblestar opened her eyes to stare at the wall she was pressed up against, but said nothing in response. 'Wolfhive'. She wanted to scream. Internally, she was, a string of curses directed toward Mudhound and herself and her ancestors and the cats she'd sent out to find the damned cure in the first place.
She swore in silence for a long minute longer before pushing herself unsteadily to her paws and turning back to her sibling. Dull green eyes met golden ones.
"Fine."
[ @
Rani ]