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🦊Hyena Clan Roleplay🦊
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → 🦊Hyena Clan Roleplay🦊Scrabble nearly fell over and Brisk caught her on her shoulder. "You can't. You're not okay." She met her eyes. The other female looked away, embarrassed.
"I'm worried about Flint," she confessed.
Brisk's pelt shivered. "Why's that?"
"He's so hotheaded... he's always getting himself into trouble. And he never backs down." Suddenly, she was shaking. "I don't even think he'd back down from a lion... if it were the one who killed mom."
"Don't say that!" Brisk nearly let Scramble fall as she flinched and barely caught her on her shoulder. "He- he wouldn't do that! He's not an idiot- no matter how much of one he acts."
Scrabble looked at her paws.
Brisk's eyes went wide with horror. "You... mean that... Don't you? You think that's how he's going to die?"
"Not exactly," she aroofed, a note of panic in her voice. "I don't-"
Brisk tore herself away. Scrabble staggered a few steps. Brisk turned flaming eyes on Scrabble. "Don't say that," she snarled. "Don't- ever imply that-"
Scrabble cringed away. Then her shoulders sagged. "But..."
"He'll be fine. He'll return with the hunting patrol in a few minutes."
Scrabble watched Brisk pad away. She shivered. Brisk...?
Was that... guilt in her sister's eyes?
Suddenly, a headache seized Scrabble. She staggered several steps to the side. What... was that?
The sinking sensation told her everything she needed to know.
She whirled around to face Brisk- "Brisk-"
But her sister was already racing off, after Flint.
Scrabble tore after her, despite the fact that she tripped every step. Nononoononononono-
But he hadn't spoken a word. Just gazed deadly at the ground.
Scrabble was hiding in her den. Perhaps crying.