TANSYPAW
shadowclan apprentice | torbie | dsh | tags
shadowclan apprentice | torbie | dsh | tags
Embarrassment, Tansypaw knows. It trails behind her like a secondary shadow, ever present and persistent. In a more fitful state, Tansypaw may even declare that life is little more than a series of shames, broken up only by brief reprieves. Even in her finer moments, Tansypaw is doing something wrong. It's the knowledge that she will never know all the ways that she fails.
Then, there is Icepaw.
Icepaw, who Tansypaw cannot say that she knows, but could say that she would like to. Because- just because. It's her failings and it's Icepaw herself that leads Tansypaw into the medicine den under the coolness of evening. In the mouth, Tansypaw hesitates, until a sound further within the den spurs her onward. Icepaw, who Tansypaw wanted to see.
The sight is nearly enough to send Tansypaw walking in the other direction. Instead, she stays where she is, reminds herself of words she so carefully has practiced. “Hello, Icepaw. I wanted to- I wanted to apologize for the other day. You were just doing your duty, trying to help and I was being... uncooperative. And weird. I should have just let you- well anyway, my shoulder is better!”