Post by Fawn on Aug 18, 2016 23:31:00 GMT -5
15 Moons. Tom. NightClan.
⇒I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way⇐
Last night felt like a nightmare. He hadn't dreamt at all, but when he woke up, groggy and in pain, he stared around blearily in the medicine cat's den, uncomprehending of where he was or why he was there until he noticed Coyotepaw's still body in a nest, looking so small. And partly cocooned in cobwebs, based on how much Smokefur had to apply.
The guilt nearly made him throw up. When he turned his head away in self-disgust and saw the wet mess of herbs slathered onto his (ruined!) tail, Bonepaw bitterly thought he had already. A sixth sense told him that there was more wrong with his tail than just some bite marks, it didn't... feel the same, but he wasn't going to address that right now.
All that mattered was Coyotepaw. And Palebreeze.
Ghostlight's sandpaper tongue rasped over his ears, and he looked blearily up at his mother, letting her tidy up the blood and fox fur from his face. "Is Coyotepaw..." Without water for so long, his throat felt parched—and tight from the emotions he was holding back.
"He's on the mend. He'll have scars for... the rest of his life, but Smokefur's confident he'll survive."
Bonepaw heaved a sigh of relief, grateful it was Ghostlight telling him and not Blackwolf. He did not know if he could withstand his father's ire—and he was sure to be furious, if he knew how he and Palebreeze had just left him—guilt trying to crawl its way back up his throat like a persistent spider.
Ghostlight's visit was brief, and she shared a few words with Smokefur before leaving to join a hunting patrol (trust Dimstar to make sure the Clan kept going in spite of... tragedy and pain). He did not expect to see the gray leader anytime soon; Dimstar had probably shown up while he was unconscious, confirmed with Smokefur that he was going to survive the night, and then went back to... not caring.
"Any more poppy seeds, Smokefur?" Or water? He rasped to the healer, edging his way across the medicine cat's den so that he could lie closer to Coyotepaw. He licked his brother's ear softly (it looked like one of the only parts not covered in cobwebs), sending a silent, heartfelt thanks to StarClan for heeding his prayers. Coyotepaw wasn't entirely safe yet, but he'd take it. Progress was progress. Life was life. Thinking about the alternative made him want to vomit again.
⇒I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams⇐
Word Count: 442 Words
Tags: @poptart , Insidious
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