juniper
"and this time, she won't be forgiving"
not all wounds could be given a star-sent salve, patched up neat and tidy as if they'd never been borne at all. sanguine pressed against pale furs stain like stamps of stubbornness; an injury that should've been tended to quickly to avoid fatality. one pridefully ignored in favor of a temporary, saccharin release and the spite to avoid a sore spot. still... evaded entirely, it cannot be... laid in a mossy bed while russet silhouette lingers among herb stores thinking on how to dress the wounds that have not yet scabbed over. she glowers into the darkened stripe along her back, sulking like an apprentice sent to collect mouse bile to remove ticks rather than a patient in need of care.the tension is palpable in her silence, in her fidgeting anytime Rowanfeather got close to inspect anything. the itch she had to leave anytime a paw so much as moved in her direction. sit still, Serpentberry would say and for her she might've been willing to listen... "It's fine, it'll heal on its own," but what would she know about infection? the risk of letting it go unattended as her first life had... a lesson ignored in favor of rejecting the medicine cat's help.
"Don't waste your time and energy on me," it wasn't wanted, though a duty passed down from the constellations demanded it so. "It was just the one good bite, I can walk it off now," now that the worst of it had been stitched together with divine intervention (but still not all of it, not enough of it to merit looking away from).
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loonstar
leader of thunderclan
five lives remain