to be one of the shadows, you must learn to see them [P]

[Rowan]

BRISTLETHORN
Posts: 104 | Female
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She had been simply soaking in her misery, her mistakes, injuries, and how lazy and useless she felt. Doing nothing was more a punishment than the seeping injury itself, she felt more pain by the action, or lack thereof that she could take. The placement of her injury was inconvenient to say the least. Useless…useless…useless was all that could come over her thoughts as she rested in the clearing and warriors den all day. She tried to move around, but the moment she did she was simply brushed away and ushered back to her nest as a ‘soothing’ place…soothing was the opposite of how it felt. It felt like a punishment from that starsdamned snake. Sure, walking hurt, but pain wasn’t her concern. She wanted to move, to be able to run (though she may not be the quickest) and feel the wind as it rushed through her fur, feel that freedom in her veins. Instead she just felt an incoming dread that made her want to wreck the whole stupid den and get out of it. The only company that she had was the in and out rush of her den mates as they would come and go…some would speak to her, some wouldn’t. Either was fine by her though, company wasn’t what she sought (or was it? She wanted to be stimulated by company in a way…but it’s not what she craved. She craved action.) The only cat that came to check on her, or just simply to chat was her son. SpiderThorn came rather often to make sure she was okay…or he was the one to usher her back to the warriors den. Either way, he was aware of exactly how miserable she had been the past few days with her injury, he knew of her largest pet peeve for herself though, he knew her well.

Perhaps she could do something with her currently uneventful life though, huh? Surely she wouldn’t sleep at night, she had done nothing but rest all day. The sun was getting closer to the horizon and was close enough to be set and night would fall upon them. She pushed herself to her paws, a bit wobbly, but still okay. She winced as the bite- the slice of skin taken from her, shifted and stung and hurt and burned like hell. She wouldn’t make a peep though, as to not seem weak, she wouldn’t hiss, or go ram, or cry about it. She’d simply live in agony and hatred for that slithering beast. There was a quiet huff of breath escaping her at every step she took as she’d explore her options…training would keep her entertained, but she clearly couldn’t learn herself or teach an overwhelming apprentice. That’s when she decided. Kits… she was to teach a Night Class soon, hm? Perfect timing as the sun descended in the sky. Typically they’d leave camp, but considering they were on lockdown and it was much too dangerous for a injured warrior, she’d simply have to hope they don’t make a ruckus among the camp confines and she’d do her best with that. She poked her head in, an apologetic look for any of those whom had already succumb to sleep. “Any youngin’s who wanna join me for a Night Class, c’mon out quick. Yer gonna adjust to seein’ in the dark n such.” she called out, “make sure a queen knows where yer goin.” she then turned away and waited, debating if they’d even have an outcome or not. She was sure many worried mothers would be resistent to letting their kit go out with a stranger and such.


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