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Originally Posted by 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.

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Shrikepaw
she/her - 7 moons

Oh gosh - he seemed a lot slower than usual. That didn't seem nice - for him, she meant. Still, he was able to come out for a bit! Yay! "Okidok! We can just do uh - a little walk then! If you can." Shrikepaw wasn't one for 'a little walk'. To be honest, she almost always felt like she absolutely needed to be running about. But, seeing her friend hurt like this, she realised it might be a good idea to put her own wants to the side for once, and try to match someone else's pace.

She paced around in a couple circles, as she waited for Cottonpaw to reach the exit. Standing still often seemed to be too hard for her. She could focus during her lessons, when there was input and something to think about. But, sitting and waiting made her feel like her brain was bouncing.
In real time, (as opposed to Shrike-time) it didn't take all too long for Cottonpaw to exit the den. He smelt like nice smelly. She was jealous.
"Of course!" She reached out, accepting the boop, "what's got your leg all bashed up?" Right in there. She didn't know it was rude. Though, it was said with genuine concern - even if that didn't show through in her tone.