Bearpaw knew that he had been... less than active in the past moon. He'd taken his father's injury hard, and Sparrowflight's descent into depression had torn him up on the inside. He wanted his mentor to be happy, to see the light in her eyes again, and it had crushed him to know that she was so broken by the loss of her own mentor. He hadn't begrudged her the time she needed to take to begin recovery, but it had left him with a great deal of time on his paws. While he found some solace in practicing his hunting and fighting on his own, he'd also found that he had the tendency to take on the emotional burdens of those around him until it crippled him. He'd been trying so hard for so long to carry around his guilt at letting Birdpaw be so badly injured all those moons ago, his fear for his father's life and sorrow for his stepping down as leader, his heartbreak for his mentor's great loss. His heart was at capacity, and still he felt deeply for those around him. He'd needed some time away from anything more than the most terse conversations with his Clanmates to figure out how to handle himself.
But now he was back. He felt more at peace with himself, with his capacity for love and pain, with his own discomfort in his large body. And he wanted to get back into the swing of things. "Hey, look what I found!" Bearpaw called, depositing a strange object in the center of camp. He'd picked it up while he was meditating over by the gorge, and was confused about what it might be. It was clearly a Twoleg object, he thought, but the gleaming metal rings and tough nylon straps confounded him. The whole contraption was quite large, and despite his best efforts couldn't be torn apart. It was clearly intended for some heavy-duty stuff, but he hadn't the slightest idea what it could be. "Anybody know what this is?"
// tldr; Bear's been working through some stuff, and found a climbing harness near the gorge! classic twolegs, always climbing shit
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