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Post by racer on Jan 20, 2020 16:16:49 GMT -5
BLAZEPAW
THE INSECURE - NIGHTCLAN APPRENTICE
It had been nearly a moon since Blazepaw had left the medicine cat's den, since his mother had been exiled from the clan... But was she still there mother? She had raised them, but hadn't given birth to them. What did that make Soaringbid? What should he call her? He felt his heart beat began to pick up and his breathing quicken as he tried to push it from his mind. Any time it was mentioned, he began his trembles the anxiety taking hold. He focused on the sound of this breathing, remembering what Trubulentsea had told. The medicine cat had warned him to avoid the subject today, he needed to rest. His body couldn't take another serious seizure. Even now his face was gaunt, and his pelt dull. He looked sickly from eating nearly nothing since that day. Even as the seizure subsided, he had no apetite, and the medicine cat had forced food down his throat.
He picked up one shakey paw, and placed it firmly on the cool stone. It was one small step, but it represented the begining of his recovery. His goal was just to make it to the fresh kill pile, but the distance between the medicine cat den and the freshkill pile looked more daunting than it ever had. FaithSpot