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ceris
they could shoot but that's not fun 'cause then they're killing their stolen son
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Post by ceris on Jan 11, 2019 11:42:37 GMT -5
Wolfthistle smiled sadly at the smell drifting next to him. Walking forward he smiled at the pale shecat as she jumped up, "I was waiting for you!" Nodding as he sat down next to her he let himself close his eyes as she laid next to him happily. He smiled happily before something felt off, the grass wasn't as plush, he couldn't even feel her next to him as he jolted up his stomach sank. "Wolfthistle!" Her call sent chills through him as he pushed forward. His backleg collapsed on him and he could only watch, helpless, as he watched the coyote pushed toward her. What was once pale fur was matted with her blood, both hers and coyote blood. She hissed at the remaining coyote before it lunged. Heart in his throat he watched as she flipped around, carrying both of them down the ledge. "Juniperleg!" he screamed at her, trying to move forward vainly only to be brought down again by his broken leg. He couldn't tell Aspenkit, he couldn't watch her pain when he was in so much himself. Tomorrow, he'll tell her tomorrow. Sighing as he waited for the warriors to help him he was surprised when it was Goldenleaf who reached him first, the tiny cat picked him up. His quiet voice hit Wolfthistle's ears. "Come on, we need to go. I have something to tell you.." At the first jostle of being moved Wolfthistle woke up.
Gasping as he looked around he sighed. Why tonight of all nights? He took deep breaths as the fading memory plagued him. He still longed for his mate and child but he had a job to do before he could see them again. Sighing he stood up and walked out into the camp. The pale light of dawn made him smile as he shook out his pelt. He would do everything to get back to his family but first he had duty to his clan. He knew what must be done. Looking around he paused at the ghostly figure of a small child. Thanking the brothers for this moment he smiled at her before she turned away and left. He needed that sometimes. Leaving he waited for the clan to awake. Sitting in the grass he smiled and waited to be needed again. Wolfthistle still hurt but he was happy he found a purpose anyway. His clan was strong, they had to be.
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