[monfang]

Originally Posted by Nighty

Cliffheart sat near the medicine den, out of sight of the entrance, but close enough that he could call of he needed something. He sat, with a grumpy frown on his maw, his leg splayed out to the side, covered in fresh herbs and bandaging. He sighed, casting a disgusted look down on it. The stench of the herbs flooded his nostrils every waking moment and at times it was so strong it felt nauseating. He hated it. And not just for the smell. He hated his leg and some days thought that he would be better off with three legs. He sighed, turning away from it. His leg was the reason that he wasn't out hunting. It was the reason that he was not out fighting to protect and serve his clan with pride. No instead he felt worthless and wasteful. Now days all he could do was sit around, sleep, and eat. He had hpto admit though, he wasn't eating as much as he probably should have. The reason due to the fact that he had a horrible sense of guilt clawing away at his insides every time he ate. This was the food his Clan gathered. Sure he knew that it was to care for the whole Clan, but he knew that if he were fully heathy and on four good limbs, he could serve just as well as the others, but no, he was sitting here, feeling like a worthless piece of dung. His mopey pastel green gaze watched as a fiery red she cat bounded into the clearing. Envy filled his eyes as he watched her. He knew she had either just returned from a hunting trip, or a border patrol. Both of which he wished he was doing right now.

Scorched's gaze finally rested on Cliffheart who she noticed watched her from afar. She lifted her head and smiled, then looked around quickly before she stood up and padded to him. Her eyes were filled with kindness. "Hey, Cliffheart." she purred her welcome. "How's the leg doin'?" she asked, her soft yellow gaze bright with kindness and hyperness.

{sorry it's short ;;}