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Originally Posted by x ghostie
Wormbite raised a brow, tilting his head at Koistream's strange reaction. Perhaps the tom wasn't a morning cat. That was fine, he could respect that.
Wormbite trailed after Koistream, blinking his eyes tiredly as the two walked. Glancing around for any yellow blurs hidden away, he would stop every so often to paw at what seemed to be what the right herb. Then it would be a stupid dandelion. Wormbite let out a huff.
Turning his gaze to Koistream, who seemed still be in a rigid mood.. Wormbite squinted his eyes at the warrior, "Are you.. alright?" He questioned. "Or does it happen mornings bother you that much?"
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Koistream was tired, that was true, but he was always indifferent to mornings or evenings. He had bigger issues, more prominent ones that made themselves known with each
hop step he took.
"I'm just freaking.... annoyed! Everyone walks on eggshells around me-- like- like I can't do crap for myself anymore!" He snapped, finding a small patch of horsetails.
He assumed Wormbite had the flower situation under control. He seemed to just... have everything under control. Why couldn't Koistream be like that? Be so... calm. It angered him, deeply, but he couldn't pin point why. Everything seemed to make him more than irritable those past few days.
He pulled up two stems of it, spitting the long spikes plants out of his mouth and onto the pile..
"I just..." He hesitated,
"I wanted to be trusted to do warrior stuff, not stupid flower collecting! Freaking plants, stupid stupid green things..." He swore under his breathe, all this angry energy just...
deflated. His remaining limbs felt awful, heavy with grief.