Mallowpaw
120/100
Antpaw snorted, and Mallowpaw could feel his gaze on her pelt even after she had turned away, harsh and judgemental. Anger flared in her chest, hot and bright. What did he want from her? She had answered his question; she had told him the truth. Mallowpaw gave the other patrol a longing glance; she wished she was with Echopaw instead of this apprentice. Echopaw had been friendly, welcoming. Antpaw was the opposite; he was judging her, for her age or her sickness or both. Probably both. Swallowing down her resentment- and aggravating her sore throat as she did so- Mallowpaw listened to Spiderthroat.
He wanted her to stay at the back with her. The pool of dread in her stomach deepened, tinged with bitterness. Of course. The deputy had to see her fail to hunt, see her probably collapse when she tried to. Her paws felt like they were made of stone- part from sickness, part from dread- as she walked out of camp alongside Spiderthroat. Her head pounded, and all she wanted to do was curl up in her nest and sleep away the day. But she couldn't. And it was her own fault for not going to the quarantine camp like she should have. Her own stupid fault, and now she had to deal with the consequences.
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