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REPAY ME IN KIND
There is no rhyme or reason to why Bluegale finds himself alone in the pocosin. Then again, is there ever any reason for what he does? All of Bluegale's life, he's been impulsive. His childish nature has been a help and a hindrance. He has always been able to stave off the worst of things; running from any sort of impending negative feeling or otherwise finding himself avoiding conflict altogether. But now, in the shadow of Sablestar's elevating him to night guard and the starvation of his clan, Bluegale finds that he can no longer run.
Bluegale stands on the edge of one of the many amorphous ponds that dot ShadowClan's territory. The cold mud sucks at his white-tipped paws where they sink into the banks, slow-moving water lapping lazily at his paws. They've begun to grow numb from standing in the cold for so long, but Bluegale barely registers the feeling over his racing thoughts. He stares down into the dark water, wondering if there's anything at all swimming beneath the shallow surface. He grimaces at the thought and catches his displeased expression in the dark reflection of the water, finding disappointment at his own lack of willingness to try anything to feed his clan. Why had Sablestar appointed him?
A cold wind whips over the pond, sending a chill through Bluegale. He realizes that there are barely any sounds around him other than the lapping of the pond water and the rustling of swamp foliage. There's no skittering of nearby prey, no singing or calling of insects, and no croaks or chirps from frogs and toads. The night guard grits his teeth and pulls his paws from the mud, ignoring the painful burning sensation of moving his numbing limbs. He turns to move swiftly along the edge of the pond, eyes darting in search of some amphibious prey he might be able to pick out among the shadows.
Then, there is a frog whose hibernation has been unceremoniously disturbed, but Bluegale finds his impulsiveness to be a hindrance once more. An uncoordinated dart toward his target leads Bluegale face-first into the pond. It's an easy escape for the frog, who disappears into the dark water as Bluegale pulls his head out of the water. "Fuck," he hisses between gritted teeth. Now much muddier and colder than he'd already been, he pulls himself backward onto the bank once more.
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⊹ bluegale is a shadowclan night guard who is gregarious and loud.
⊹ 45 moons old, ages on the first day of each month.
⊹ currently mentoring ghostpaw, formerly mentored websight.
⊹ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically easy
⊹ his parents are swan x meister and he is siblings to halfshade and hollowmist.
⊹ penned by carat, see his tags here.
