Post by pants on Aug 31, 2019 3:23:54 GMT
With a disgruntled huff, the tom looked straight ahead, staring at what he could see of Cherryheart. He decided it'd be best not to reply to her first teasing sentence. He just laid in a pathetic heap on the ground, brows furrowed and biting his tongue. The lilac tom eased a bit as Cherryheart offered herbs to help lessen the pain, to which he moved his eyes to try and look at her face. "That'd be much appreciated. The sooner I can get out of this dreaded place, the better..." Ocelotjaw grunted. To think that he was back home, but stuck in the medicine cat's den by a sheer stroke of bad luck. And it seemed his friend wasn't gonna let him forget about it.
"Maybe the tree should fall slower next time.." He jeered in his usual grumpy tone. "Either that, or Featherkit needs to learn to run faster." The tom rolled his eyes playfully, a slight smirk formed as he did so. He then winced, tensed his muscles, and unsheathed his front claws as the molly applied the remained of the paste. Ocelotjaw held back a yowl. "Hey, hey, gentle!" He seethed, his burns being very tender to the touch. The tom was back to his grouchy mood, the pain obviously getting to him. His eyes tried to follow the she-cat as she left to go get some herbs, but she walked away from his immediate view, so he stared at the ground, trying not to focus on the scathing wounds and the distress it brought him.
When Cherryheart returned, and he listened to her as she explained how he wasn't the worse. It was hard to sympathize when your leg was broken and your hind was burned to a crisp, but he did his best to hide the fact. "The least he could do is let me drift off to sleep until he's ready... But, I'm glad you're here. Or I'd be tempted to wreak havoc." He gave a smile with a hint of a sinister feel, knowing his reputation from MothClan could very well transfer here. He wasn't know for his kind words and great attitude to say the least...
"Maybe the tree should fall slower next time.." He jeered in his usual grumpy tone. "Either that, or Featherkit needs to learn to run faster." The tom rolled his eyes playfully, a slight smirk formed as he did so. He then winced, tensed his muscles, and unsheathed his front claws as the molly applied the remained of the paste. Ocelotjaw held back a yowl. "Hey, hey, gentle!" He seethed, his burns being very tender to the touch. The tom was back to his grouchy mood, the pain obviously getting to him. His eyes tried to follow the she-cat as she left to go get some herbs, but she walked away from his immediate view, so he stared at the ground, trying not to focus on the scathing wounds and the distress it brought him.
When Cherryheart returned, and he listened to her as she explained how he wasn't the worse. It was hard to sympathize when your leg was broken and your hind was burned to a crisp, but he did his best to hide the fact. "The least he could do is let me drift off to sleep until he's ready... But, I'm glad you're here. Or I'd be tempted to wreak havoc." He gave a smile with a hint of a sinister feel, knowing his reputation from MothClan could very well transfer here. He wasn't know for his kind words and great attitude to say the least...