September 01, 2019, 02:03 PM
(This post was last modified: September 02, 2019, 03:49 PM by Moony.)
guilt gnawed at her, a constant churning in her stomach. she'd been in the mountains when her brother had vanished, telling a stranger how she really felt about blackfeather. maybe she couldn't have done anything to stop the coyote, but maybe she could have - raised the alarm, or tried to face it together with Fall. but she hadn't even been in the territory.
she deserved the brambles that tugged at her pelt as she tried to force her way through a particularly thick patch of undergrowth. @Moonshadow and Rowan were somewhere just behind her, but she was intent on forging ahead, not quite willing to face them. this path, however, was a dead-end, and so she was forced into an awkward backward-wiggling retreat.
she deserved the brambles that tugged at her pelt as she tried to force her way through a particularly thick patch of undergrowth. @Moonshadow and Rowan were somewhere just behind her, but she was intent on forging ahead, not quite willing to face them. this path, however, was a dead-end, and so she was forced into an awkward backward-wiggling retreat.
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bleak - by Moony - September 01, 2019, 02:03 PM