heaven help the fool [closed]

ooc: takes place shortly after this topic
injuries: torn left ear, miscellaneous minor scratches

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Snowflight had been hoping to dive headlong into sleep the moment as he returned to camp; the sooner he put tonight behind him, the better. But ears, as it turned out, bled a lot. He’d caught a glimpse of his distorted reflection in the moonlit river, his pristine fur mussed and muddy, one side of his face half-drenched in red. If Addershade saw him like this, he’d lose his mind. More worry was the last thing he needed. That, and Snowflight didn't want to throw out his nest after spending so much time picking out pebbles and flowers for it.

After a detour to drop the fish he’d caught onto the fresh-kill pile, the tall warrior dragged himself to the medicine den’s entrance. He glanced over his left shoulder at the moon, still hanging in an inky sky. Was Thornpaw even awake at this hour? …Well, she would be in a minute. He peered into the darkness. Some of Spiderquill’s makeshift petal-and-web decorations dangled in the corners. Snowflight's stomach abruptly curled in on itself, and he forced his eyes away from the den’s walls, calling in a voice just too loud to be a whisper, “Thornpaw? You awake? I, ah…ran into something.”