[RedHead]

@vera

”I hate dogs.” Southpaw’s grumbled as he winced, placing his paw carefully back on the ground. Nothing like a slightly infected dog bite to start your day off with. This is just great. The patrol he went on the morning had really taken a lot out of him. He knew he probably shouldn’t have offered to go on such an early patrol, but his paw hadn’t been hurting then. Now, well it was burning. And really getting on Southpaw’s nerves. He hated being constrained to one area. Especially since lately, his mood had only been getting worse. He didn’t have many friends to begin with, and although he said he was trying, he knew his attitude wasn’t getting any better. He’d told his sister the other day that those who couldn’t handle his attitude didn’t deserve him. But now, sitting alone in the clearing, Southpaw was starting to regret saying that. Even if it was just the tiniest bit of regret. Because that had driven Starrypaw away, she hadn’t talked to him for the past two days. But they were both so stubborn, and Southpaw wasn’t going to be the first to apologize. He loved his sister, but he hated that she was right most of the time. “This day is going to be mouse-dung.” He spat, baring his teeth at his mangled paw. Like that would help anything.
[heres south being salty for ya <3]