Post by pants on Sept 17, 2019 22:38:22 GMT
Ocelotjaw lay upright in the medicine cat's den, brushing his tongue over his white spotted paw before briskly dragging it across the back of his ear. Wash, rinse, repeat. It felt forever since the fire had happened, or at least to Ocelotjaw, as he had been stuck in Daisypetal's den for the majority of it. He was able to move around without much hassle now, but certain movements still brought a rush of pain through the tom's hind, the burns still running deep into his skin and scarring over. Though, the worst of it was his hind leg, which was permanently twisted.
His left hind leg had healed and looked like nothing had happened, even though it sometimes ached. However, his right leg suffered a different fate. It was an ugly sight, bending in an unnatural way. And no matter how much Daisypetals tried to split it and return it to normal, it eventually became certain that fixing it was a lost cause. Ocelotjaw would have to live with his twisted leg for the rest of his life.
At least he had Cherryheart to keep him company. It was awfully dull in the medicine cat's den, especially as more and more warriors and apprentices left, free of harm and disease, whether they were dead or alive. And though Ocelotjaw didn't particularly like to talk to others, especially of his own clan, he had become interested in the constant chattering of the other cats. He learned about them from afar, watched them heal and grow. He saw new life come to be, and old and suffering ones pass on to StarClan. Perhaps this was why medicine cats did what they did. Though, hunting was definitely preferable to the lilac spotted tom. He'd probably go crazy if he had to stay in a tiny den all day, as he had been for the past few months. And it showed.
But during this time, the warrior had become fond of the frequent visits from Cherryheart, who decided to check up on him every so often. She seemed to not mind his prickly outside, or at least decided his well being was worth more than his choice words. Regardless, even if he didn't outwardly express it, he was thankful for the company and always looked forward to seeing her.
Ocelotjaw moved from grooming his ears to grooming his flank, licking over it with long strokes of his tongue. It had been a while since he'd done a full grooming, and thus he had to chew out tangles here and there. A sound caught his attention - pawsteps. The warrior's head instantly shot up, expecting to see the face of his MistClan friend. But to his surprise, it wasn't Cherryheart who padded into the den...
Ocelotjaw moved from grooming his ears to grooming his flank, licking over it with long strokes of his tongue. It had been a while since he'd done a full grooming, and thus he had to chew out tangles here and there. A sound caught his attention - pawsteps. The warrior's head instantly shot up, expecting to see the face of his MistClan friend. But to his surprise, it wasn't Cherryheart who padded into the den...