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Post by Firepaw on Jun 22, 2023 20:54:04 GMT -6
Suppose he had acted too quickly, or too irrationally, but he had to be sure they were safe out here. Firepaw didn't want to be responsible for something happening to Windpaw. The way he would be skinned alive if something where to happen to her and that would just be what he'd do to himself out of guilt. The young cat moved back towards her but she caught up to him after a moment, stating something about hunting later or on their way back. Firepaw nodded in response to her and settled down his fur slightly, licking at his ginger chest for a moment in embaressement.
Firepaw walked along the path through the forest for a moment, the magnolia trees making deep shadows along the forest floor and casting the ginger tomcat in darkness. He looked to his darker pelted companion for a moment before then looked back behind them for a moment. Something felt off in the air and he didn't like it. He moved past Windpaw towards some thicker brambles before suddenly back up with a loud yelp.
From the bramble came this squeal, yelling little baby raccoon that had just taken swipe for Firepaws' muzzle. Clearly trying to defend itself, but thats not what had Firepaw turning tail to run for it- where there was a bad there was a mother shortly thereafter.
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| THROUGH THIS NIGHTMARE I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF |
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