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SilentLamb
Fleetwind limped his way to the side of the creek and plopped down with a sigh. His leg hurt and his missing paw hurt and his mind hurt and his heart hurt and EVERYTHING hurt! The tabby warrior couldn’t help feeling a bit sorry for himself... or a lot sorry for himself. He sighed and turned his gaze to the creek and watched it trickle by with a frown. Fleetwind wanted to go back to his normal self and lose the bitterness that still get like it was suffocating him, but he couldn’t figure out how to be happy again. It felt, to him, as though nothing would ever make him feel happy again. How was he to be a warrior now? That was the question that haunted him every moment of every day. How could he fight and hunt for his clan when he was missing a whole paw? Hissing to himself, he took his good paw and thrust it through the water, disrupting the flow and shattering the glassy mirage.