[ameko]

@hxneysuckle

No matter how many times he washed himself, the blood was still there. On his claws, his shoulder. Burnetsnap trudged through the territory, gaze locked on the marshy ground. Being out in nature, alone, was supposed to calm him. This was his way of consoling himself. So why, then, was he feeling so angry?

Rage broiled in his chest. Ever since that stupid raid, he'd felt nothing but irritation at anyone and anything. He swiped at a nearby rock, watched it sail across the sky and land with a thud in the dirt. Only when he breathed in sharply—as if it would help him dispel that coiled-up hate—did he realize just how close to the border he was.

Growling, Burnetsnap padded alongside the border between the two Clans. He didn't want to go back to camp.. so for now he'd stay around here. Even if it brought back up those fresh memories of dumb Songthorn and their dumb fight.