TW: Sensitive Content Open Camp PROCESSED BEATS — ✦ ) intro

[RUFOUSPAW]

{$title} TW: chronic illness struggles (neuropathy) and likely mentions of parental abuse in later posts

RUFOUSPAW
​ Welcome to the celebration, baby! ​

If Rufouspaw hadn't known any better, it would've thought it'd been attacked in its sleep. Alas, there was no culprit (that it could see) behind the pain shooting up its leg: the jagged marks torn into its skin were the same ones it'd grown used to. The kind of pain it'd become acquainted with, however... it tried flexing its paw and—

'Ow! Ow!'

The dull, aching pulse that underpinned its steps burned something bright; even the light breeze coming in felt like fire on its bare skin. It grit its teeth while breathing through its mouth. What changed? What did it do to deserve this?

'Nothing,'

was its first thought, of course, but then it tried to reason:

'Maybe StarClan's still angry about the "Gathering" thing...'

That ghostly cat calling for peace was anything but pleased, for sure. Why it had to be it instead of anyone else (

'Hawkstar...'

) was anyone's guess, but the fact remained that it was pinned to its nest. Alone. Forever—

It drew in a shaky breath. What time was it, anyway? The others were gone, its friends were still asleep... it had to be past sunhigh. It had to get going, somehow. It simply needed to, wasn't that what 'warriors' did? Work, always, in spite of everything? Besides,

'If I don't do anything today, I'll die. Of boredom.'

And so, Rufouspaw slowly but surely began to get up, placing all its weight on its good leg as it pushed its head off its nest. Then, it tried standing up, shaking—holding its other, ailing limb up rather unsteadily—and headed out of the apprentice den on three paws. It had to admit, it could already see itself falling over, but then it noticed the sun still lingering eastward. Or was it west?

It didn't know, and it didn't matter: it still had time!

The umber-cloaked apprentice made its way across camp in a steady rhythm. So long as it didn't stop, nothing would happen, it thought—the only outward sign of its struggle being the frown on its face.

THE JUDGES ARE JAILED

✦

AND THE FUTURE IS OURS

• OOC: RUFOUSPAW REAL!!! it's having a bad pain day r.i.p. bestie
• KEY:
  

  "speech"

  
  

  'thoughts'

  'owlpaw'

  'eaglepaw'

  'vulturepaw'

  
  attempted action
  

  "other character's speech"

  
  
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  reference sheet!​

  Rufouspaw is a small ginger bicolor tabby with tortie point patches and odd blue-green eyes. A former loner, she faces the world with her head held high and her claws at the ready—for she believes danger is lurking at every corner. It remains to be seen whether her foolhardy yet distrusting disposition is justified...
  9 moons, ages every 6th.
  Genderqueer (she/he/it); any gendered terms OK!
  Gyrfalcon x Unknown — Generation 1
  Host of a plural system of 4: Owlpaw, Eaglepaw, Vulturepaw and herself.
  Closed to romantic interactions or life-threatening injury, ask about minor injury, peaceful powerplay OK