UNDER YOUR SKIN ☆ o, rumors

[Grimm]

Easier the acceptance of dire situations when blame may be placed upon a singular focal point, the unknown causation behind imperceptible disaster but another facet for concern. Yet such allowed the festering of misdirected guilt, harboured a notion proven false though disregarded the evidence.

Of this the child knew nought, basic still the grasp he had about the events that populated daily life, made further apparent his lack with the offering of trivial knowledge he struggled to recall. This Starclan spoken of with such blatant disregard, a reason that allowed another to be made a scapegoat, another he bore little idea of, downfall in such rather apparent. Stilted his motion, slow as it had been, supervised walks within the camp itself all he was allowed and thus taken to with a relish that wore thin quickly, raspy the growl that seeped between clenched teeth.

Had not Medusa spoken aloud his name, and made apparent the direction of their spite, ignored the comments in favour of continued exercise, the mention of Rhine enough to draw his attention. The end to his growl across in a squeaky cry, stumbling through the collected snow the kitten before he made to slam his head into the side of a warrior, the badmouthing of his father figure not permitted. Back did Foam fall with this, heaving heavy breaths broken by dry coughs, his pride over such defense of the leader outweighing the pain, including that radiating out from his forehead where it had made contact.

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I think I’m not quite ready to let you circle the drain. all the things we’ve broken can be puzzled together again, all your sums and your pieces are enough to clean up all the messes you’ve made

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