Post by Ivystar on Feb 11, 2007 18:59:39 GMT -5
Ivypelt straggled up the moor, trying to make it the last few steps forward. He had to really concentrate on putting one paw in front of the other, but it was good to be able to focus on something other than the pain... The pain. It followed him everywhere, a relentless hurting in his ear. He shook his head for the hundred-and first time that day, trying to rid himself of it. The pain was like an incessant buzz in his ear, a constant throb. Was it bleeding again? Ivypelt thought he felt something drip onto his coat. He licked his paw, then put it gingerly to his ear. Yes, it was, the cursed wound! He wanted so badly to be able to lick it clean, but there was no way his tongue could reach. Cursed wound, he thought. Cursed Twolegs.
To be continued...
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To be continued...
