thinking about it - small reflection

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  • retro to current meeting//


    he was so.. tired. the entire experience had wiped him out, and though he couldn't remember exactly what had happened, he managed at some point to convince himself it was his brother. that his brother pushed him in front of the monster before dragging him back to riverclan and nearly drowning him before he simply got bored and walked off. but it wasnt. it wasnt. as he woke up, saddened eyes looking at the light from outside the medicine cat den, his memory cleared. some random rogue, former bloodclanner had attack him. why? he didn't know. he didn't know and quite frankly he felt stupid. he could of fought back but he didnt! he didn't. and now, it cost him his freedom. he was going to go crazy in here. surely viperpaw would be wondering where bo was, since that what he originally had set out to do, visit his friend. the one he hoped eventually would become his secret lover, but that was another story. he was stuck inside the medicine cat den, contemplating that maybe this had happened because the stars were punishing him for leaving his siblings. he never meant to.. and he was terrified for their safety but what could he do now? limp around and find them? he couldn't do that. he just.. wanted to see viperpaw. and if he had to jeopardize his healing to do so, he would.


    "speech here"

  • she would be the one to take care of bo. naturally. rootlegs and feathersong could oversee if they wished, but finchpaw found herself unusually protective of him similarly that she had been with glade when he ran himself into the ground. she'd shoo any company when he was resting. deny any questions. refuse curious eyes.

    "bo, it's time to change your dressings." her voice carried through the den like the early morning chatter of birds in the wind. then it died just the same. the girl would appear from one side dens, stopping once to pick up a sunrise orange flower. over the days, she had been watching the light in his eyes, the way it was fading. it was a small flame being blown out by the winds of misfortune. she was helpless despite her best efforts. she could tell he longed for something, something she could not give him through herbs or quiet company. she placed the flower at her paws once she had crossed the distance to him, and she began peeling away the old cobwebs and poultices that covered his wounds.

    "how is the pain?" she asked quietly, studying his face as she worked. this wouldn't be pleasant, but hopefully he was growing used to it.

  • Though Ryecatcher also resided inside the medicine cat den, along with his mate Rootlegs, he hadn’t ever spoken to Finchpaw. He knew what the vicious Bloodclan leader had done to the young molly almost a moon or two ago. Recently Bo had joined the group of people in the meddie sanctuary and Rye had also not spoken to him. “Feeling better Bo?” He said in a soft voice from his nest, hazel eyes filled with compassion for the younger boy.

           



  • as finchpaw made her way to him, recleaning his wounds, and changing the dressings, bo only moved his gaze away from her. she wouldn't understand it. she just wouldn't get all that happened, what he convinced himself it was, and why it was like that. so, a lie left his mouth. and he was so bad at lying, he could feel his voice crack, a disgruntled sigh leaving the tom. "ah'm fine." they couldn't know he was in love with a bloodclanner. that would cause them to question his loyalty but if they had seen what bo did while he was there.. they would know that he wanted nothing to do with that ruthless.. immoral.. disgustingly hateful clan. nothing but viperpaw. "ah said ah'm fine ryecatcher." he flinched at his own harshness, but his face remained stoic. he didn't like being rude. but the accented tom had no real reason to tell them anything. grunting slightly as he covered his eyes with a single paw, he turned back to finchpaw, ears beginning to heat up, even thinking about the bloodclan's medic in training. "though ah am wonderin'... have.. have ya talked ta.. viperpaw at all? ah.. he was a friend while ah was.. in ya know.. and ah jus' wanna know if he's alright."