{$title} takes place the day crow is brought to camp (late september)
CROWPAW ββ
shadowclan | apprentice
Crow's ears remain flattened as they enter the ShadowClan camp for the first time, and their small body slinks behind the patrol like they're little more than a flickering shadow. They try to avoid the gazes of the other cats, and to swallow down the way it suffocates them. They've never seen this many cats in one place - but, they remind themself, 'ma told me to come here... surely, there will be strength in numbers this way? They don't feel so sure of that; it's more like they're being singled out than surrounded by helpful aids. But they've come too far now, in the heart of these cats' territory, so they go where they're told to, slipping through the entrance of the medicine den.
It provides some small relief from prying eyes - Crow feels less like he's got gazes sharp as claws raking across his back. His tired, silvery eyes sweep over the cat before him.
"Are you, um. The 'medicine cat'?" he asks, glancing away quickly when he realizes there's still a slight tremble in his voice. Hopefully this will be the last cat he has to meet in such a humiliating state today, with blood matting his tangled fur and tear-stains drying upon his face. The exhaustion that's clear in his expression likely doesn't help, either, and this realization makes Crow bite back a grimace.
"They said that you have to check me," she explains quietly, wrapping her tail around her paws protectively. Even though I already said the blood isn't mine, she adds internally. No matter - this cat will see that soon enough from the clear lack of cuts and claw-marks, and surely the few scrapes she does have are no big deal, right? Although it would be nice to finally get that stupid thorn out of her back that she can't reach...
It provides some small relief from prying eyes - Crow feels less like he's got gazes sharp as claws raking across his back. His tired, silvery eyes sweep over the cat before him.
"Are you, um. The 'medicine cat'?" he asks, glancing away quickly when he realizes there's still a slight tremble in his voice. Hopefully this will be the last cat he has to meet in such a humiliating state today, with blood matting his tangled fur and tear-stains drying upon his face. The exhaustion that's clear in his expression likely doesn't help, either, and this realization makes Crow bite back a grimace.
"They said that you have to check me," she explains quietly, wrapping her tail around her paws protectively. Even though I already said the blood isn't mine, she adds internally. No matter - this cat will see that soon enough from the clear lack of cuts and claw-marks, and surely the few scrapes she does have are no big deal, right? Although it would be nice to finally get that stupid thorn out of her back that she can't reach...
blow a kiss at the methane skies
- ooc: @Magpiepaw
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