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Post by gingerluna on Feb 16, 2019 15:21:25 GMT -6
His sister was gone, and Redpaw didn't know what to do. Brambleflame had given him a few days off, and he'd mostly just been sulking around camp. His dad had been spending a lot of time with him and Peatpaw, but his mother was a mess. He'd barely seen her, and he didn't want to. Not until she was feeling better, at least.
It'd been a few sunrises, and Shadowheart had encouraged him to get out and train a bit. His warrior assessment was coming up, and he needed to be ready. He figured anything would be better than another day of sitting around, so he pulled himself out of his nest sometime after dawn. He spotted his sister already up by the freshkill pile. He stepped up to Peatpaw, licking her cheek in greeting. "Morning," he murmured, not up for a long conversation. "Want to go hunting with me? Dad said we ought to get out of camp."
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Post by crownight on Feb 16, 2019 17:41:07 GMT -6
Normally, Peatpaw would have lounged in her nest for as long as possible. But the habit was slowly fading as her training was wrapping up, and she was pulled out on more patrols. She'd risen with the sun and headed to the fresh-kill pile with the idea that she /should/ eat something, but that was all it ended up being. An idea. There was no execution as she stared at what was on the pile. Frozen mice, a skinny pigeon... it all looked gross. And she'd felt wrong for a few days now, after her sisters death. It felt icky to speak about her, so she'd mostly kept to herself. It hadn't been hard. Her attention was drawn upwards and she met Redpaw's gaze. "Morning," she huffed, her breath clouding in the cool air. Hunting? Peatpaw didn't really feel like going out, but if her brother wanted to she wasn't going to let him go alone. "Sure."
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Post by gingerluna on Feb 16, 2019 21:20:47 GMT -6
Redpaw glanced at the freshkill pile, and felt his stomach turn. He wasn't hungry. He hadn't been hungry for awhile. He nodded in response to Peatpaw, stepping towards the camp entrance with his tail low. As he passed Adderpaw, he stopped to tell the apprentice they were leaving, and to mention it to their parents if he saw them. They'd been protective lately, and he couldn't blame them.
It was cold in the woods, and Redpaw didn't want to talk, but he knew he ought to. "What do you think your name will be?" he asked, glancing back at Peatpaw.
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Post by crownight on Feb 17, 2019 15:16:10 GMT -6
Peatpaw fluffed her fur up against the chill. The camp wall blocked out a lot of the wind; out here they were exposed. The only sound was their pawsteps crunching in the snow, at least until Redpaw spoke. She’d been comfortable with the silence, but she didn’t mind idle conversation either. Peatpaw offered a shrug. “I dunno. Hopefully nothing dumb.” Burrpelt or No-fur popped in to her mind then, and she tried hard to stifle a laugh. If Peatpaw received a stupid name, Rubyspark would likely bug her about it to no end.
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Post by gingerluna on Feb 17, 2019 16:52:08 GMT -6
"Yeah, me too," Redpaw replied, trying to think of a good name, but his mind was just an empty snowfield. He slowed so he was closer to his sister, shivering in the cold. He didn't really want to talk, or go anywhere, but he supposed they ought to anyways. He headed towards the overhang, figuring it was out of the way enough for no one to bother them there.
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Post by gingerluna on Apr 14, 2019 12:16:23 GMT -6
(dropping...)
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