by jacewy » Tue Jun 19, 2018 4:25 pm
﹃·a s p e n t h o r n·﹄
tags: mousleap.
location: in swampclan territory.
▶Aspenthorn watched as the deputy padded off, taking a while to get his own paws moving.
"Sure." He said absentmindedly. Then snarled at himself. He wasn't the kind to be pitifully idiotic. There was no time to think about how terrible he felt, not being able to do anything. And the extra that Sunwisp is, he could help. So why didn't he?
Aspenthorn found himself wading deeper into the thought, so he pushed himself to pad by the deputy. They walked in cold silence, reaching the hunting grounds of the place.
The warrior made his posture relax a bit, gritting his teeth and drawing out a calm and forcefully respectful say to the deputy. "I'll be going off by myself. You can return if you'd like- I'm not holding you back." So then the patched tom left Mouseleap.
As he slunk through the terrain, he let himself plunge back into the angry thoughts that had ate him up before. Wandering deeper into the jungle.
There is no hope for us. We should just die. What can I do? Nothing. That's it. I'm an absolute, terrible moron who couldn't prevent or stop this. I can't even hel-
His ride on the pessimistic train of thought stopped abruptly as he fell into a marsh pond.
﹃·s ᴜ ɴ ᴡ ɪ s ᴘ·﹄
tags: n/a.
location: swampclan camp.
▶ "Ahhh, that was- stressing." But Sunwisp had taken those words in mind. As someone who held the clan together, was it really alright to say they had no solution to the ants at the moment? His face fell into a forelorn expression as he thought about.
He shook his head, sighing softly. There really was no time to worry at the moment, so he carried himself out of the camp to search for herbs.
To perhaps, take his mind off of things, or let it wander for a while. Whatever reason, he was sure he needed to take a breather. Many cats needed a time like this, right?
Sunwisp huffed as he was about to step out of camp.
No, he should stay. Maybe consult with Quietstar, no, he'd be a bother. Or perhaps just take a sunbath. Or he could be productive and help out. The tom shook his head violently, to clear the clouding thoughts that polluted his mind. He settled with, he should re-evaluate the herb storage and check for rotten ones, then update the clan's health status to make sure no one had been bitten.