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Timeline: After being found in the territory, feverish and injured, days later after being accepted into the clan Icarus is finally able to move around the camp after being confined by the vrachi from his injuries. Blinking towards the sky, slowly but surely his eye had begun to adjust to the brightness of the outside, the right side of his face still swathed in wrapping of cobwebs...If he'd remembered correctly he knew he hadn't lost the eye but there was no guarantee his sight would ever be its perfect self again. A small price to pay if once was to look at the big picture, though it didn't cheer his mood any better. He was in a foreign land, alive, and a failure.
Turning his head, with his good eye he looked quietly at the cats in front of him, some staring but most minding their own business. He felt tired suddenly, maybe it would be better if he slept some more after all.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Jul 30, 2019 21:10:46 GMT -5
"Hey, you okay?"
The voice that spoke up from nearby was young, but not much younger than a voiny. Kadet Naboris watched the strange tom with mild disinterest. He was new to Brookclan and would soon learn the harsh realities of the group. After losing her mother and two of her siblings, the wiry dust-colored feline had almost given up on finding hope in the chaotic clan. It was even worse now with Ramsay as the boyar. She let out a sigh and brushed a feather off her shoulder with her tail before turning her gaze back to Icarus.
