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"LITTLE HELLIONS, KIDS FEELIN' REBELLIOUS"
//Prompt: Red, so much red.
@Patchpaw
The calico tom sprang up in his nest with a hellish shriek of grief and terror, and he flailed his paws frantically as he tried to fend off the lingering images of his nightmare. Panic held him like a vice and choked every breath he tried to take until he feared that he would drown from it. With tears streaking his face he finally mustered the strength to move, and with frantic determination he barrelled his way out of the den past the slumbering bodies of his peers. Wildpaw tumbled out into the heart of the camp and he whisked his head to and fro in search of the dog that had plagued his nightmare. It wasn't there, and neither was the endless sea of red.
The tom collapsed down with a rasped wheeze as gradually the ability to breathe returned to him, but the tears kept flowing. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was Patchpaw's corpse, and it frightened him more than anything in the world. A whimpered sob broke free from his aching throat as he laid there, bathed in silver moonlight in the heart of the camp where the worst battle of his life had taken place.
@Patchpaw
What am I supposed to do?
The dog was in the camp and all around his home was painted in red. Cats, his peers, his family, were strewn all around like broken toys. Torn apart and adding to the carnage as the red continued to spread. The ground was thick with it as it continued to creep like a wave across the camp's floor, and beneath his paws with a chilling coldness that rooted him helplessly to the spot. He wanted to fight. He wanted to run. But no matter what he tried he simply could not move.
Breathe.
He couldn't! His chest was so tight as he was forced to watch the dog butcher yet another one of his fellow apprentices. Another clanmate failed because of his inability to act! Nothing he did was working and it felt as though every attempt to speak painted yet another thing with red. The sky above was stained with vermillion, and the moon shimmered like a cruel pool of blood. Red, so much red!
Something shot past him and much to his horror it was Patchpaw. She launched herself at the beast... The jaws came like a flash and the spray of red splashed against Wildpaw's frozen form. An anguished scream ripped forth from his lungs as he felt his entire world fall apart at the seams.
They're all dead because of YOU!
The dog was in the camp and all around his home was painted in red. Cats, his peers, his family, were strewn all around like broken toys. Torn apart and adding to the carnage as the red continued to spread. The ground was thick with it as it continued to creep like a wave across the camp's floor, and beneath his paws with a chilling coldness that rooted him helplessly to the spot. He wanted to fight. He wanted to run. But no matter what he tried he simply could not move.
Breathe.
He couldn't! His chest was so tight as he was forced to watch the dog butcher yet another one of his fellow apprentices. Another clanmate failed because of his inability to act! Nothing he did was working and it felt as though every attempt to speak painted yet another thing with red. The sky above was stained with vermillion, and the moon shimmered like a cruel pool of blood. Red, so much red!
Something shot past him and much to his horror it was Patchpaw. She launched herself at the beast... The jaws came like a flash and the spray of red splashed against Wildpaw's frozen form. An anguished scream ripped forth from his lungs as he felt his entire world fall apart at the seams.
They're all dead because of YOU!
The calico tom sprang up in his nest with a hellish shriek of grief and terror, and he flailed his paws frantically as he tried to fend off the lingering images of his nightmare. Panic held him like a vice and choked every breath he tried to take until he feared that he would drown from it. With tears streaking his face he finally mustered the strength to move, and with frantic determination he barrelled his way out of the den past the slumbering bodies of his peers. Wildpaw tumbled out into the heart of the camp and he whisked his head to and fro in search of the dog that had plagued his nightmare. It wasn't there, and neither was the endless sea of red.
The tom collapsed down with a rasped wheeze as gradually the ability to breathe returned to him, but the tears kept flowing. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was Patchpaw's corpse, and it frightened him more than anything in the world. A whimpered sob broke free from his aching throat as he laid there, bathed in silver moonlight in the heart of the camp where the worst battle of his life had taken place.
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