Post by haze on Apr 24, 2024 23:39:50 GMT
NUTRIABITE
Nutriabite paced back and forth in front of the GaleClan freshkill pile.
“Foxdung, where is he?” She muttered under her breath, tail lashing. Wapatofur had promised they would share a rabbit for breakfast, but, like always, the idiot was nowhere to be found. She had barely talked to him in seven sunrises, and this is how he chose to make it up to her? Absolutely pathetic. Just like him. Normally she refrained from directing such harsh criticisms toward her brother, but he had stood her up one too many times recently for her to go easy on him. He deserved whatever scathing words he received upon his reappearance.
Nutriabite lifted her head once again to scan the mostly deserted clearing for her oafish brother, still holding out hope that he might suddenly poke his head through the entrance, a rabbit dangling from his maw, eyes apologetic. Wapatofur was always remorseful when he failed her – she’d at least give him that. But simple apologies wouldn’t cut it this time. He’d have to grovel, explain in detail why he had chosen to abandon her.
‘Is he avoiding me?’ The sudden thought almost crippled Nutriabite. Her eyes stung. She knew the deputy needed his alone time, but surely he didn’t hate her company so much that he’d willingly cancel yet another brother-sister date? Had she done something wrong? Did he not love her anymore?
“What a foxheart!” She hissed, plopping her butt back onto the ground. “I should have stayed in ShoreClan if this is how I’m going to be treated from now on.”
“Foxdung, where is he?” She muttered under her breath, tail lashing. Wapatofur had promised they would share a rabbit for breakfast, but, like always, the idiot was nowhere to be found. She had barely talked to him in seven sunrises, and this is how he chose to make it up to her? Absolutely pathetic. Just like him. Normally she refrained from directing such harsh criticisms toward her brother, but he had stood her up one too many times recently for her to go easy on him. He deserved whatever scathing words he received upon his reappearance.
Nutriabite lifted her head once again to scan the mostly deserted clearing for her oafish brother, still holding out hope that he might suddenly poke his head through the entrance, a rabbit dangling from his maw, eyes apologetic. Wapatofur was always remorseful when he failed her – she’d at least give him that. But simple apologies wouldn’t cut it this time. He’d have to grovel, explain in detail why he had chosen to abandon her.
‘Is he avoiding me?’ The sudden thought almost crippled Nutriabite. Her eyes stung. She knew the deputy needed his alone time, but surely he didn’t hate her company so much that he’d willingly cancel yet another brother-sister date? Had she done something wrong? Did he not love her anymore?
“What a foxheart!” She hissed, plopping her butt back onto the ground. “I should have stayed in ShoreClan if this is how I’m going to be treated from now on.”
desolate
