Drizzlecloud
Thunderclan
She/her
Hearing Bumblestar’s call, Drizzlecloud trudged out of the medicine den with her head hanging ever so slightly. She didn’t stray far, however, seating herself at the mouth of the den just in case Gentledoe woke up.
Her gaze drifted across her clanmates, a frown etched into her lips as she took in the injuries that decorated their pelts. It was frightening, and she could already feel the weight on her shoulders again. Ever since she had witnessed what happened to Gentledoe, she felt as though each and every action took great effort-even the simplest act of breathing. Everything was just.. Difficult. Perhaps it was from her guilty conscience? Her expectations for herself, maybe?
Now wasn’t the time to think of such things, though. Just listen to Bumblestar, and then maybe after the meeting is over, I can ask Springpaw to keep an eye on Gentledoe so I can step out of camp to clear my head.
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