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Post by peachesnpanda on May 31, 2021 18:13:30 GMT -5
(I am so sorry. I have had a rough few weeks in real life)
Emberkit let out a growl and then began to cough as Firekit just tossed dirt into his mouth. As he tumbled out of the very small tunnel, the angry kit looked ready to fight Firekit for his lack of manners in the tunnel. In fact he didn't notice anything but the bad taste in his mouth and the itching need to put Firekit in his place.
Flamekit glanced over at her brother noticing the crazy light in his eyes. "If you put one claw on him you will go back to the nest!" She warned glaring at her brother. Even though Flamekit was the gentle kit, the look she gave her brother could send the mice in the field running for safety. "We have an injured comrade. There should be NO fighting. Both of you need to help find cobwebs."
Emberkit looked down at the ground mumbling to himself about she-kits and how bossy they were. Despite his resentment towards Firekit, he listened to his sister. Still grumbling to himself, the kit began looking around logs and the bases of trees. "How much should we get?" He asked in more polite tone.
Flamekit ignored Emberkit, mostly because she herself didn't know how much cobweb they needed. "How are you feeling Hippokit? I suppose you injured yourself when you fell on me." She murmured softly trying to comfort him while trying to ignore the smell of his blood.
Hovering at Hippokit's other side and gazing at him with a worry she dared not speak aloud in fear of inviting an unfortunate fate onto him, Ashenkit nudged him very, very gently. "You should sit down while Emberkit and Firekit get some cobwebs. It looks pretty bad," she fretted. Not that she could tell the difference between something actually life-threatening at this point in her life; in her young, fantasy-ridden mind, blood equaled dying, no if ands or buts.
Firekit wanted nothing more than to stick his tongue out at Emberkit, laugh something along the lines of 'Haha, you got in trouble,' and carry on his merry way, but he was also silenced by Flamekit'a death stare, swallowing thickly. "Oh, yeah, cobwebs," he muttered, flicking his ears and moving to scan the bushes. Where did cobwebs even come from? Did spiders live in bushes or treetops? What if that spider he stepped on last week was the very last one and they would never be able to find any cobwebs ever again because spiders were now extinct in SummerClan because of stupid little him not watching where he put his stupid little paws and---"Found some!" He twisted some around his paw and hopped back. Upon administering what he collected to Hippokit's wound, he frowned as it only stretched across a little bit of it. "Guess we need more."
[ I'm glad to see you peaches. And I'm glad this RP isn't dead xD ]
Whatever madness that had seized him was thoroughly gone now, and now all he felt was a numb embarrassment. The two she-kits hovering over him brought more discomfort than his leg in truth, but he appreciated the worry that glittered in their eyes. “Thanks,” he smiled appreciatively at Firepaw as the tom spread the tendrils around his leg. They immediately grew limp with moisture, but it was clear that they were an effective gauze. His leg had stopped bleeding. "I feel fine now," he replied to Flamekit. "Really." The dark brown color of the earth in the tunnel had caked in with the blood on his leg, giving it a ghastly appearance. But the wound wasn't serious. “Just a little more cobwebs and I think we’re good.”
The hope of continuing their hunt still glimmered in his heart, as sharply as the ache in his belly, and far greater than the sting in his leg. But he had doubts about Ashenkit and Flamekit’s willingness now. The thought that he was the one to throw a wrench in their short-lived voyage frustrated him.
