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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2013 14:49:50 GMT -6
Coyotepaw breathed evenly through his nose, his facial features contorting in pain as his bad shoulder twitched heavily. His breathing became a bit labored, then slowly evolved back into an even pattern. This little thing played on for awhile, his breathing first even, then labored. Repeat. His eyes fluttered open weakly when a piece of fur landed on his nose. Shaking his head, the tomcat struggled to his paws, feeling a bit sick and weak. Limping unsteadily outside, he glanced up at the cloudy sky and shut his eyes. Stupid shoulder. Stupid trees. Just thinking of the trees made him quiver slightly in a barely retained rage. Cursing at himself for being so weak, the tomcat let out a primal yowl and began to attack the nearest tree in a weak, but battering way. Blow, after shattering blow on the tree, Coyotepaw beat at the wooden thing senselessly, claws fully out. Unnaturally long, they gouged claw marks on the tree pretty deep. After several hours, he dropped from the stupid battle he had on the tree. The brown tabby apprentice hissed weakly, feeling his shoulder flare in pain. Nostrils getting big, he let out a deep breath and limped heavily back into the apprentices' den. Seriously, he had some serious issues with trees. [for Briarpelt]
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