- Sep 9, 2022
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❀❀ I FEEL SCARED AND I'M STARTING TO SINK ❀❀
periwinklebreeze | 11 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically medium (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
periwinklebreeze | 11 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically medium (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
A bloodstrained trail crosses the moorlands as Peri trudges onwards, his limping gait slowing more and more the further he crawls, the trail slowly drying up before it eventually stops as his wounds finally clot. He'd quickly ran out of steam as the pin had set in the and bloodloss begun creeping to his head - dizziness send sparks of white and the blurring of shadows across his vision with near every breath. He has to make it back to camp - he cannot die here, will not. He refuses to give the strange riverclan tom the satisfaction of adding his body to the count. A pained groan slips past hid lips, blood tinged spittle splattering upon the ground as it quickly turns into a wheezing cough. He has only himself to blame for that - biting his own tongue, how pitiful.
But his body feels as though he has been lit on fire, and suddenly he can no longer think about such self-depreciating thoughts. He stumbles, tripping over his own paws and landing face-down in the dirt with another groan. His efforts are futile he thinks, mind white and blank. He's going to die after all. It's all he can do to pull himself back to his paws, blinking as his head spins around, searching for the first hiding place he can spot. Camp cannot be far, he thinks, perhaps if he rests now he will be able to trudge the rest of the way a little later. His eyes light upon a tunnel, the entrance a tight fit but one he thinks he can make, if only to escape the blistering sun and the hawks he fears hover over head.
It feels like an eternity that he spends limping over at a snails crawl, before he finally collapses down into the damp darkness. He can barely tuck his limbs into the space before he runs out of room, but its good enough - as good a place to wait for help, or at least rest his aching limbs. He's not certain anyone will ever come, but as blue eyes close he can only pray to starclan that he'll survive. He is wet and dirty and sticky with blood, aching and sore and injured all over, and yet somehow sleep finds him anyways - pulling him under before he even realizes it.
// please wait for @whitepaw
- a summary: this takes place simultaneously with the main river patrol return thread! peri never managed to regroup, and veered off not to far from camp to take a rest.
CW: injuries, mentions of fear of death
But his body feels as though he has been lit on fire, and suddenly he can no longer think about such self-depreciating thoughts. He stumbles, tripping over his own paws and landing face-down in the dirt with another groan. His efforts are futile he thinks, mind white and blank. He's going to die after all. It's all he can do to pull himself back to his paws, blinking as his head spins around, searching for the first hiding place he can spot. Camp cannot be far, he thinks, perhaps if he rests now he will be able to trudge the rest of the way a little later. His eyes light upon a tunnel, the entrance a tight fit but one he thinks he can make, if only to escape the blistering sun and the hawks he fears hover over head.
It feels like an eternity that he spends limping over at a snails crawl, before he finally collapses down into the damp darkness. He can barely tuck his limbs into the space before he runs out of room, but its good enough - as good a place to wait for help, or at least rest his aching limbs. He's not certain anyone will ever come, but as blue eyes close he can only pray to starclan that he'll survive. He is wet and dirty and sticky with blood, aching and sore and injured all over, and yet somehow sleep finds him anyways - pulling him under before he even realizes it.
// please wait for @whitepaw
- a summary: this takes place simultaneously with the main river patrol return thread! peri never managed to regroup, and veered off not to far from camp to take a rest.
CW: injuries, mentions of fear of death