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[Amethystkit]

AMETHYSTKIT ๋࣭ ⭑✶⋆.˚ CHASING VISIONS OF OUR FUTURES

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Momma had told him to bring some food to the injured apprentice, to give him company. If Amethystkit was being honest, he didn't really want to, but who was he to refuse? And besides, he was going to be an apprentice soon, which meant Crowpaw's peer - he supposed it was better to get on their good side now.

Prey was very scarce, however, and Amethystkit struggled to pick something out - something that would be enough for the two, but not something that others' would need more... He settled on a bigger lizard, not much meat on it, but enough to not starve, and walked towards the healer's den. For a moment, he just stood there, not daring to go inside - what was he going to say to Crowpaw? What if the apprentice were to send him away?

No point stressing over something that hasn't happened yet... Amethystkit breathed in, breathed out and stepped into the medicine den.

"Hi Crowpaw." he muttered towards the dark apprentice. "I brought you this lizard for us to share..."

✧ OOC:

@CROWPAW.

 

[CROWPAW.'s icon CROWPAW. CROWPAW.]

CROWPAW | SHADOWCLAN
"WHEN ALL THE HATE BURNS OFF, I'M LEFT HERE WITH THE PAIN"

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Crowpaw has not stirred much in the past several days. They get up when told, and eat the herbs Magpiepaw gives them, and they don't complain when their wounds are fussed over. They aren't as hollow as they had been right after the incident, but there's still a clear sense of dread that they carry with them… at least, Crowpaw thinks it's dread. They're honestly not too sure what to make of their emotions as of late.

When Amethystkit approaches, Crowpaw simply uncoils his tail from himself and slowly rises into a sitting position, albeit with a slight wince. His chest is covered in a bunch of slimy paste with leaves and cobwebs over it, and the itch has been driving him crazy; he's been trying to sleep it away with not much success. Maybe eating will give him a good distraction, though he doubts it.
"Thanks." It's his only response. No condescending looks or smartass remarks - not this time. He's caused enough trouble in the past two moons, and he feels a horrible bout of guilt every time he instinctually snaps at anyone or glares in their direction. Why does he always feel like he's being threatened…?

Crowpaw scooches closer to the lizard, taking a tentative bite. She's slowly adjusted to the rough and often slimy skin of common ShadowClan prey - when prey is available, that is. Crowpaw isn't sure her ribs have ever been so visible, but she guesses it's better than being dead. Probably.
Despite her own hunger, however, Crowpaw only takes a few bites, pushing it back toward the kitten. "Here, have the rest. Don't wanna tear my scratch open." She knows eating won't actually tear the wound on her jowl open, but Amethystkit probably doesn't know that. She just doesn't have much of an appetite right now… and… the kits probably need food more than she does.
"So they sent a kit this time, huh… guess the warriors're too busy." And I don't blame the other apprentices for not wanting to deal with me…

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"BEHIND OUR VAIN DEVICES, ARE WE ALL THE SAME?"

CROWPAW
SHADOWCLAN APPRENTICE
8 MOONS
SHE/HE/THEY
"SPEECH" | THOUGHTS | ACTION
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