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SLITHERPAW
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Tumbling he falls and lands head first into mud. It gets everywhere, seeping into his fur and marring the blood that has already soaked into his pelt. Yet even as the sun begins to crest the horizon he doesn't stop running. He has to, he's a killer. His mind making the situation he thinks he is in more and more irrational as time goes by. He stumbles through heather and tall grass as he tries to stop the tears that continue to flow. The agony of seeing his mother like that forever ingrained into his mind. It's another fall that has him stop, another solid force that causes a different pain that makes him stay where he is. Sobs leave him, shaking his small frame as he struggles to hold on to the world he once knew. It feels more cold now, more empty than it did before. Shaking himself he tries to get up but the pain of his sprained limb makes him lay back down, hidden for the moment within the tall grass. He doesn't think he can call out, his throat feels too raw from how hard he has been crying and just trying to breath aches his chest.
So he stays there, curled up and attempting to calm himself. But the image of his mother keeps coming back to him, the way her limbs looked. The way her eyes looked, the way she kept going still and then coming back as if from the dead over and over. Suddenly he ducks his head and covers his mud soaked face with equally mud caked paws. If he never wanted to go on the thunderpath none of this would have happened. His mother would still be here and everything would be fine. But it's his fault that his mother is gone and he has no right, no right to go back to Shadowclan. He'll have to live alone, live by himself and fend for himself. The sheer coldness that seeps into his already cold and wet form makes him feel hollow but what else can he actually do now?
@Duskfire
So he stays there, curled up and attempting to calm himself. But the image of his mother keeps coming back to him, the way her limbs looked. The way her eyes looked, the way she kept going still and then coming back as if from the dead over and over. Suddenly he ducks his head and covers his mud soaked face with equally mud caked paws. If he never wanted to go on the thunderpath none of this would have happened. His mother would still be here and everything would be fine. But it's his fault that his mother is gone and he has no right, no right to go back to Shadowclan. He'll have to live alone, live by himself and fend for himself. The sheer coldness that seeps into his already cold and wet form makes him feel hollow but what else can he actually do now?
@Duskfire