- Mar 28, 2023
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ACORNPAW — how could I fear any hurricane?
It had been a long time since Acornpaw had felt truly fearful, her escape from the upwalkers that kept her caged was the last time the chimera had been stricken by the dreadful emotion, fueled solely on the terror that lay in the gaping jaws of her future.
Now, many moons later, the adolescent can just about taste warriorhood, her ceremony almost tangible. Theres was nothing to fear within the safety of her bramble-laden home.
Until. Until… she is fleeing once more, and raw paw pads had just touched forest soil.
Until, despite being in her own nest, she is running faster than she could ever imagine, a sandy blur amongst vibrant ivy.
She cannot stop- will not stop.
Right back into slobber dripping teeth.
SNAP!
The once writhing form snaps wide awake with an abrupt yelp, hushed under the strain of her distress.
Claws unsheathe and sink into the settled moss, trying to steady her tilting perception.
There are eyes on her- and Acornpaw turns to look right back at them.
"Close your eyes." The fawn adolescence snaps, though her wavering voice remains a whisper.
There is nothing to see here.
"speech"
It had been a long time since Acornpaw had felt truly fearful, her escape from the upwalkers that kept her caged was the last time the chimera had been stricken by the dreadful emotion, fueled solely on the terror that lay in the gaping jaws of her future.
Now, many moons later, the adolescent can just about taste warriorhood, her ceremony almost tangible. Theres was nothing to fear within the safety of her bramble-laden home.
Until. Until… she is fleeing once more, and raw paw pads had just touched forest soil.
Until, despite being in her own nest, she is running faster than she could ever imagine, a sandy blur amongst vibrant ivy.
She cannot stop- will not stop.
Right back into slobber dripping teeth.
SNAP!
The once writhing form snaps wide awake with an abrupt yelp, hushed under the strain of her distress.
Claws unsheathe and sink into the settled moss, trying to steady her tilting perception.
There are eyes on her- and Acornpaw turns to look right back at them.
"Close your eyes." The fawn adolescence snaps, though her wavering voice remains a whisper.
There is nothing to see here.
"speech"