hazecloud
and i'll woo you every day
- May 16, 2023
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They had traveled for so long, so far. Paws had met the grounds of soil and rock that had never been crossed before. Met the scents of air no one else here had done before. Seen different rivers, different forests, different fields. Sights that would be burned across her memories, sights she would share with her kits and all that came after. Stories of peril and triumph would echo in the quiet of the elders den and a white-capped muzzle incited pride and bravery in little minds.
StarClan must have truly blessed their path. For so many to make it through this long. Injuries were minimal, and thankfully Magpiepaw had been so helpful in those moments.
A paw tentatively reached a cobweb coated muzzle before quickly flinching away. It did not hurt to touch, the aching simmered only beneath poultices and dry webs, but it still shocked her. She could still feel the clutch of talons on her face, around her leg and her haunches. Such force held within its grasp. Hazecloud didn't want to see a creature with feathers for the rest of this trip.
A shriek broke her away, chillingly similar to what she had went through only a few sunrises before. She felt her heart sink as she initially ducked her head down, gaze frantically tearing across the sky in search for the beast- had it come back for her?
She would find to wish it had. It all happened quickly with little time to react. Cherrypaw was lifted off the ground and Little Wolf, bestowing the bravery of a Clans worth, sacrificed herself to save the apprentice's life.
Hazecloud did not get any closer, standing a few tail-lengths behind them. Death made her queasy, the entire ordeal was... unreal to watch. Mouseflight kept her head above the water. The scent of Little Wolf's blood would surely attract unwanted dangers beyond what lurked in the sky.
"If someone wishes to help we could have her buried by nightfall." Somewhere hidden and quiet, in view of the stars light.
StarClan must have truly blessed their path. For so many to make it through this long. Injuries were minimal, and thankfully Magpiepaw had been so helpful in those moments.
A paw tentatively reached a cobweb coated muzzle before quickly flinching away. It did not hurt to touch, the aching simmered only beneath poultices and dry webs, but it still shocked her. She could still feel the clutch of talons on her face, around her leg and her haunches. Such force held within its grasp. Hazecloud didn't want to see a creature with feathers for the rest of this trip.
A shriek broke her away, chillingly similar to what she had went through only a few sunrises before. She felt her heart sink as she initially ducked her head down, gaze frantically tearing across the sky in search for the beast- had it come back for her?
She would find to wish it had. It all happened quickly with little time to react. Cherrypaw was lifted off the ground and Little Wolf, bestowing the bravery of a Clans worth, sacrificed herself to save the apprentice's life.
Hazecloud did not get any closer, standing a few tail-lengths behind them. Death made her queasy, the entire ordeal was... unreal to watch. Mouseflight kept her head above the water. The scent of Little Wolf's blood would surely attract unwanted dangers beyond what lurked in the sky.
"If someone wishes to help we could have her buried by nightfall." Somewhere hidden and quiet, in view of the stars light.