Private Backwritten Medicine Cat's Den good talk, what did we decide? // checking up on Talon

[Slugpaw Slugpaw]

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As much as Slugpaw cursed the ground Talon walked on, he had to admit that the camp felt empty without him. He wondered if there was a part of him that actually cared about the tom? No, he was sure that he was just worried about how much time the tom was getting to spend with Meadowpaw right under his nose. His nose crinkled at the thought, dreading the possibility of talon with that disgusting fake sweetness announcing to the other tom that him and Meadowpaw had become mates. He scowled, his legs carrying him into the Medicine Den faster than his mind could react.

He entered and was met with the sight of the tom, looking much worse for ware than he had considered possible. He had heard it was a Shadowclan Apprentice, but could an apprentice have really done this? "You look like you got dragged across the moors." Slugpaw started, not even looking to see if the tom was actually awake or looking in his direction. His tone was cold, even. He didn't really care what Talon thought, or how Talon felt. Or at least, that's what he told himself.

"You really let a Shadowclan apprentice best you?" He smirked, "I took you for a better warrior than that." He eyed the massive gash on his shoulder, it hardly looked like it had been treated. Slugpaw felt himself soften without meaning to, his tone low.

"Do you need anything to eat?" God, what was he doing? He hated this tom, but... did he really? He could feel a dull ache in his body, a feeling of pity for him --- a feeling that he actually cared about the state he was in.

OOC // @Talonpaw

.𓋼𓍊 𓆑 𓍊𓋼𓍊.

SLUGPAW

TUNNELER APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN
he / him, amab (male)
10 moons old, ages on the 29th.
npc x npc, sibling of staggerdance, wormpaw, snailpaw
mentored by weaselchirp, dark forest companions with thistlewish

SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

penned by asteiri

 

[Talonpaw]

Talonpaw was trying. That was all there was too it. He'd been trying to be positive, trying to fight off the thoughts that he didn't deserve to be here. You are kind and thoughtful, and as much a cat as any of us. So I'll say it again and again until you believe me. You are not a monster, Talon. But it was so hard. It was hard not to remember how his claws gripped the small head under a large paw, how his voice filled with venom slithered from his throat and dripped into the others ear. How volatile he felt-

Talonpaw was simply laying in his nest, eye open, but vision distant. He didn't notice the pawsteps coming in, not at first. He was here, but he felt as if he was out there. A child, they told him- he was a child, but he didn't feel like it. The brown apprentice spoke, peering green eyes down at him, and Talonpaw finally felt his eyelid blink slowly. He didn't know how he looked. He knew his teeth were exposed now, glaringly bright against a scarred socket where an eye should be- he knew the rip in his mouth and chin were irreversible. His tongue rolled in his mouth, and slowly, he stood. His bones creaked from lack of use, and he didn't meet Slugpaws gaze as he continued staring.

"I let them live." He said in response, blue eye finally flicking to notice it was Slugpaw. "I let them live t' see tomorrow, and let them flee when they had enough." His voice was hallow as it rasped from his throat. "I doubt they'll be back, which I hope is enough then killing a soul who was starving." He was unaware of Slugpaws hatred to him, unaware that the other looked at him in a smugness that he wanted to be better than Talon. But Talon never lived in confidence, nor in strength that he had to be the strongest. As long as he woke up alive, he had survived another day and would persevere.

When Slugpaw asked of food, Talonpaw shook his head. "No," he said, a lie, but one he wouldn't regret. He could not chew the food, and he would not feel the ache of hunger when the taste of blood still coated his mouth. "I am not hungry. Y' can have my share, if y' need."

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Talon he/him, windclan 8 moons old.
black tabby with dark greyish brown undercoat and white underbelly. white crest on chest, and scars lining left side of face, blinding his right eye. icey blue eyes and white that is slowly starting to streak his features. Back scars non-existent for now.
mentored by Merrystalk // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Deidre ↛ deidre on discord, feel free to dm for plots. Art by PurpleCandyCorn.