July 22nd, 2023, 05:24 AM
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Re: WindClan Elders' Den
As Frozen fled, Fellcone released the tension in his muscles and slumped to the ground. His mind was whirling a million miles, throbbing like a turbo jet blasted through it and left nothing but pain and fire in its wake. To steady himself, his paw reached for his temple and he sank his claws in. The difference in pain - physical vs invisible - had somewhat of a grounding effect on him. It made him feel more.. real, present. Like he wasn't in some wild ass circus where strangers looked familiar, and he wanted to chase them down and lay claim to his property.
He owned nothing, least of all someone. That alien compulsion that lingered in him was mind boggling, to say the least. And he was exhausted from it, he just wanted to take a nap.
Where was the handsome deputy when he needed a distraction?
[ @ Fawn ]
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