Three Strikes And You're Out May 5, 2017 15:55:14 GMT -5
Post by Zeneka on May 5, 2017 15:55:14 GMT -5
Blazefang found himself heading to Kindeflare's den for the third time since he had resumed full warrior duties. It had taken quite a bit of rehabilitation and Kindleflare still hadn't been certain when he'd demanded to return to his place as a warrior and not some useless waste of space lounging about camp all day. His leg still hurt. A lot. Just walking around wasn't so bad, but when he was on it for long periods of time, like for a patrol, it really started to ache. And when he was pounding after rabbits and hares, it could get downright excruciating. He had never been the best hunter, especially when it came to rabbits and hares, but with his leg causing such pain, he was becoming more of a hindrance on hunts than anything else, and it was pissing him off.
It was always after chasing a rabbit that his brother was dragging him off to see Kindleflare. Mudpelt seemed to be sticking to him like a burr since he returned to his warrior duties. It was annoying. After the stress of the chase, he could barely put any weight on his leg, and some times were worse than others. Usually he managed to grit his teeth and bare it just so Mudpelt wouldn't start clucking at him like some hovering mother hen, but other times it was just too bad for him to handle without letting it show. Like today. With his ears flat and his eyes narrowed against the pain, he let Mudpelt take some of his weight as the two of them made their way toward camp after a very unsuccessful hunt, his bad leg dangling uselessly in the air as it throbbed and burned with pain.
“This is all Rookfrost's fault. He messed up my leg on purpose! If he wasn't dead already I'd-” a gasp of pain as he stumbled and instinctively placed his bad leg down to catch himself cut him off. He paused, leaning heavily against Mudpelt and seething with rage that he required his brother's assistance at all. His tail lashed behind him. What sort of warrior couldn't even walk back to the stupid camp without help? His leg was supposed to be healed. What did he suffer through breaking it AGAIN for if it wasn't going to get better!? Stubbornly, he pushed away from Mudpelt and hopped forward on three legs, all on his own, casting a glare back at his brother to keep him from trying to help anymore. The camp was in sight and he wasn't going to be seen stumbling into camp half carried by Mudpelt.