SWIRLSTRIKE
In the days since the battle, Swirlstrike had spent her time resting in her small nest next to her sisters in the warriors den. The wound hadn't been as bad as she worried. Her eye was fine and untouched, and it wasn't too deep. The scar wouldn't take long to heal. She had strict orders to rest for a week before doing any strainful activities. Her left eye was covered in cobwebs, leaving her a bit off kilter as she meandered around camp, restless and bored.
She wasn't eager to get out of camp, but at the same time, her mind was spinning in circles. She ached to run and climb the beautiful pine trees that loomed above. To smell the birds and the sky and the sun. Yet here, she was, in camp, casting fleeting glances in the direction of the nursery.
Occationally, she strayed closer, hesitantly sniffing at the air before her ears lay back and she slinked away, nervous. The idea of going in there made her paws jittery. She didn't know what to do. She was... uncomfortable. And Nervous, And... scared. She didn't know why it scared her so much.
Victoryscorn's words echoed in her mind, though, and she figured... she has to try, at the very least. Once. Just one visit.
She finally padded up to the entrance, freezing a couple feet away and hesitating at the smell of milk and soft moss. After a moment, her paws finally led her forward into the den, blinking as her eyes readjusted to the darkness.
She wasn't eager to get out of camp, but at the same time, her mind was spinning in circles. She ached to run and climb the beautiful pine trees that loomed above. To smell the birds and the sky and the sun. Yet here, she was, in camp, casting fleeting glances in the direction of the nursery.
Occationally, she strayed closer, hesitantly sniffing at the air before her ears lay back and she slinked away, nervous. The idea of going in there made her paws jittery. She didn't know what to do. She was... uncomfortable. And Nervous, And... scared. She didn't know why it scared her so much.
Victoryscorn's words echoed in her mind, though, and she figured... she has to try, at the very least. Once. Just one visit.
She finally padded up to the entrance, freezing a couple feet away and hesitating at the smell of milk and soft moss. After a moment, her paws finally led her forward into the den, blinking as her eyes readjusted to the darkness.
OOC - @Milkheart @Duchess
