[Daragca]

Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 12 moons
The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 - Survival Instinct
The Stowaway Child

Cottonpaw’s ears perked up rather quickly from his slumber at the sound of a rather familiar voice echoing into the den. Shrikepaw, a couple days had passed. He was still rather stiff and down in the dumps but that wouldn’t stop him from catching up. He’d had an awful lot of friendly faces bump into him the past few days, it had made him realise just how many cats really did care for him.

He slowly drew himself to his feet, wincing his face and clumsy padding forward with what could only be described as a rather comical walk. His leg bound and not quite as moveable as it once had been. Miss Lightningstorm didn’t like anyone poking around in here, or visitors for that matter so he made an exit from the den. Not too far away from it as to make it difficult to get back. But enough so that he could feel the pleasant rays of sunshine on his fur. Some of it still stained a little dark red around his wrapping. He hoped it would come out eventually. ”I c.c.can c.come out f.f.f.for a l.little, j.just h.h.h.h.have t.to stay r.r.rested f.f.f.for the m.m.m.m.most part.” He responded, trying his best to put on a rather brave smile for Shrikepaw.

He lowered his haunches once again and tried to make himself as comfortable as possible. ”T.t.t.thanks f.for c.c.coming to s.s.see me S.shrike”, he attempted to lean his head upwards so that they could boop noses. The fresh air was certainly a welcome change, the medicine den could become sort of overwhelming at times with all the smells. It wasn’t unpleasant but it certainly made his nose wrinkle. But he figured he’d soon go blind too it being cooped up and all.

[​ @sleepyyjax ]