short steps, and deep breaths [o, return from inactivity]

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    Perhaps it was because of the nightmares he'd been having recently, or because of all of the negative things happening in Blizzardclan as of late, but Tigerlily was constantly tired and stressed. Despite his best attempts to interact with his clan-mates and- well, be active in general, the canine found himself sinking into a particular state of mind. He couldn't find enough energy to leave his hut, much less talk to anyone who tried to visit. And because he didn't want to bother anyone with his troubles, he hadn't tried to tell anyone about what he was going through, instead choosing to spend most, if not all of his time inside. It was fine- he was fine, no matter what his friends may think. He just needed some time to sort things out.


    And like he expected, everything eventually went back to normal, though it took a week or two. It was obvious that he wasn't in the best shape though, he still had bags under his eyes, matted fur, and a noticeably thinner frame, but hey, at least he was talking to people again. For the first time in weeks, Tiger found the energy to pull on his leather satchel and step outside his hut, ignoring the familiar pull of anxiety in his chest as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight. Everything looked the same, though he spotted more than a few unfamiliar faces bustling too and fro. For a second he could almost imagine that nothing had happened, that just the other day he'd been on a walk with Jacob, but reality soon set in as he caught a couple of people staring at him with concern in their eyes. He probably looked like someone on their death bed. Ha, you would think a doctor would take better care of themselves.


    [God, this is super messy and rushed, but I felt like it was nessacary.]

    "Tigerlily?" came the soft voice of Pierce as he caught sight of the golden retriever, cocking his head slightly to the side. It had been a while since he saw Tiger, but he hadn't been too concerned - people disappeared all the time, sometimes returning, sometimes not, but they were usually okay. At least, there weren't usually signs that would say otherwise. The slender tom approached his clanmate quickly, a gentle smile on his lips. "It's so nice to see you again! Where'd you go- have you been, uh, feeling alright?" He didn't look like it, but maybe he had just had a rough night and not gotten much sleep, or something. Whatever it was, Pierce was glad to see him back.

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    GOD HAS GIVEN YOU ONE FACE,
    AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER    ･ﾟ✧

    "You don't look too hot," Sweetophelia pointed out, following after Pierce. The BlizzardClan leader didn't believe that she was being blunt, she was simply being straightforward. The well-being of her clanmates was obviously a priority of hers. "Have you seen the medics recently?" She knew Tigerlily possessed some medical knowledge himself - he had previously demonstrated a vague interest in joining the medic team before - but sometimes it was easier to receive care from others than to examine oneself. Although to be fair, Sweetophelia's knowledge of medicine was far more limited than Tigerlily's.


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