camp the good devil ❀ NIGHT TERROR

[lilacfur]

A pool of fur surrounded by moss gentle snoring would typically make for a night of peaceful slumber. Under normal circumstances, Lilacfur would. When she was uncertain of the whereabouts of lost kin, when half her face was not marred by shared blood, when love would not lead her so astray.

She is not so used to the rumblings of nightmares that now stir where harmless dreams once were. They had first begun in the medicine den, when she could hardly move and remain awake for longer than a few minutes before stumbling back into the plague of terror and decaying hope. They were no better once she had fully come to her senses, restful sleep a fleeting desire as she fell into this nightly dance of reliving the most agonizing moments before she succumbed or chasing after a phantom only to be met with bared claws once again.

Paws twitch and kick out as tension began to build in her muscles, shoulders twitching, flinching away from a pain only existing within a dream that felt all too real. Breathing became labors, struggling gasps against the onslaught of slash after slash until something has pulled her from her sleeping state- though not enough to loosen the grip of fear that's choked her into a flight response.

In a bleary daze she's on the move, bursting from her nest and stumbling forward with little regard to the paws and tails beneath her stomping. Her single eye is trained ahead of her, envisioning only tall, looming pines with the hot breath of her assailant on her tail.

"No—no—no—no—no—nononono—no!" Screeching behind her like a banshee, snaking after her to coil around her ribs and finish the job.

Her balance faltered, her muzzle met the damp earth and in quick reflex the molly rolled to slash her claws at her attacker.

"STOP HURTING ME!" Lilacfur snarled, and all too sudden did the scent of blood feel, taste too real.

Lilacfur blinked, again, the form of gurgling Ghostmask fading into a the shocked expression of-

Mirepurr!

Blood welled from scratches too shallow to be lethal, but the guilt that sank into her chest could surely kill.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to." The rosette cowered away from them, lowering herself as far as possible in her shame. "I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to.

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• lilacfur has attacked @MIREPURR in a state of sleepy delusion! no need to wait for them to post tho ^^

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• LILACFUR ✩ she/her, 22 moons, mother to marblepaw and sycamorepaw
  ⭃ lh lilac rosette with yellow eyes (carrying cinnamon, solid), a torn left ear, missing her left eye and most fur from a multitude of claw-marked scars
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by this loser ↛ @gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[MIRESTAR]

"Lilacfur?" Mirepurr's voice is a croak as they slip from unconsciousness back into reality. The name slips out from their maw before their mind even comprehends it, body stirring from the series of twitches beside them. They know it's her before they even see her gray pelt; it's been second nature to glue themself to her ever since her attack.

Her labored breathing alerts them, and Mirepurr's eyes follow her frantic movements. She looks like she is trying to escape.

The thought that perhaps they ought to leave her be does not even cross their mind. Concern floods their every sense — there's barely even an attemt to tiptoe around the sleeping bodies of other warriors, attention too focused on one thing alone. "Lilacfur, what's-" What's wrong, they want to ask. They want to help her back up on her feet. They want to bury their nose in her fur and remind her of where she is, that she is safe, that they will not allow anything to happen to her.

Lilacfur does not allow any of those things to happen.

Her claws meet Mirepurr's face in a flurry. It is unexpected, too abrupt, and they flinch away. There's the whistling sound of curled claws by their ear. Then there's the pain — bright, hot flash that makes them forget where they are for a moment —, and finally, the iron tang of blood.

Mirepurr is a stumbling mess in the wake of Lilacfur's attack. Unsure paws propel them backwards, looking like a kit who has not yet learned how to walk, and their head is bowed, eyes shut as their brain is forced to process everything at once. The first thought is: she attacked me. It is discarded as swiftly as it comes, knowing full well that never in a million lifetimes would it be intentional — they know this even as they struggle against the sudden ache in their face.

"No, it's- it's okay-" Mirepurr rambles, eyes finally opening again to see- poor Lilacfur cowering in shame, in regret, in pain that is far from physical. Brown-splotched paw rises to wipe at their face; there is blood threatening to block their vision, and the beginning of tears that result from strictly the sting.

Come on, Mirepurr urges themself, get yourself together. Lilacfur needs comfort now instead of the visible display of Mirepurr's shock. The recovery comes slow — sluggish thanks to the sleep they had just moments prior. So, while they're still busy recollecting themself and trying to get rid of the seeping blood, Mirepurr simply says, "I know." Of course it's not intentional.
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[Wormwatcher]

✧*:.｡. A restless sleeper, Wormwatcher had been easily awoken by just the labored breathing of Lilacfur. He unfurls from his tight cocoon of gray fur, raising his head to cast a perturbed glance towards Lilacfur's nest. Obviously, Lilacfur is in distress-- some sort of nightmare, he can presume. The situation escalates quickly, in a tumble of light fur the she-cat is on her paws and tumbling from her nest. The tom has no time to withdrawn his worm-like tail from her path of destruction and it is stepped on, eliciting a gasp of pain.

Wormwatcher lurches up and stands within his nest, assuming Lilacfur needed some fresh air really badly, thus starting her tumultuous scramble across the den, but is shocked to see her meet the ground harshly and whip around. The wild, fearful expression on Lilacfur alerts the drowsy tom this was a situation deeper than he had first predicted. His muscles strain to leap forward and pin Lilacfur, in an act to protect herself but also others--- but this thought floats into his awakening mind too late to be helpful. In milliseconds, the damage has been done. Uselessly, he's finally able to move and he hastily bounds over nests to hover around Mirepurr and Lilacfur.

Wormwatcher approaches cautiously with concern in his eyes as Mirepurr stumbles towards Lilacfur, crimson welling at their fresh wound. He's unsure of how to approach Lilacfur, if his presence could do more harm in her delirium. He circles around Mirepurr and settles lightly on his haunches, far enough to give Lilacfur the space she may need but close enough to intercept any aggression. He stares down at Lilacfur and feels a knot form in his throat as he takes in the image of the rossette she-cat cowering in the dimness.

✧*:.｡. ~ aren't i enough? ~

• ooc–
• wormwatcher —— ✧*:.｡.shadowclan warrior, he/him, homosexual, 28 ☾, tags

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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ Thrush brown back paws twitch and shuffle in a fitful sleep. Endless darkness always an unwanted friend within their dreams. A ghost of a breath leaves a tighten throat as they keep moving through the shadows. The feeling of fear creeping up along their spine as they go. Something is lurking but what that is they can not tell. They can't tell. But all they know is that they have to keep moving least it catch up to them. Yet, the darlness starts to give way to reality. The sounds of shuffling and scuffling awakening them from their slumber and releasing them from that which can only be considered a prison. Slowly those strange eyes open up, blinking slowly as they try to figure out just what has awaken them. Tiredly they lift their head, viewing their sibling who seems shocked, upset. Their maw parts to speak, to ask why that is till the smell of blood hits their nose. It makes their blood run cold, like a splash of leaf bare water in the middle of the very season.

A hushed sound escapes them as their gaze finds the offender. Hunched down, the telling of no meaning to do it leaving her lips. Pushing up they move soundlessly, tail stiff and unmoving as they worm their way around Wormwatcher to get to Mirepurr. Gently they rub their skull against their shoulder, concern only for them in their movements. "Mire....are you okay?" Their words are quiet, calm, but there are undercurrents that are indescribable. "You'll have to see Starlingheart. You have to be careful about scratches." Slowly their eyes shift, twisting upon Lilacfur and slowly narrowing. A seething and blaming look that puts the weight upon her shoulders. It was an accident but one that never should have occurred to them even despite what the other has gone through. At least in their mind it's not passable.​