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[Glowingpaw.]

THE LIES YOU SUCCUMB TO
BLISSFULLY UNAWARE​

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glowingpaw & 07 moons & female & she/her & thunderclan apprentice ​

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In the aftermath, amidst cooling bodies and falling rain, Glowingpaw hides.

It's a cowardly choice, and truthfully she could've - should have - done something, anything else. And yet, the apricot hued child had only curled up in her nest and feigned sleep - as though still drying tears on damp cheeks and folded ears were not a dead giveaway. She's always hated this - having to pick sides. She knows she should - that she should have... done the right thing.

'The right thing.... what does that even mean?'

But there is no answer to her question, perhaps because it never reaches anyones ears - instead kept carefully inside her ribcage alongside hr painfully fluttering heart. And then time passess, and things do not get easier. Blue eyes linger upon dens entrance, as the bobtail carefully gathers her courage. Whiskers quiver when she pads her way into the den - painfully aware of the eyes upon her figure, of the guard that sits by, as though her friend is a danger to herself and her clanmates.

Perhaps they are right, perhaps he is - but Glowingpaw has never minded. 'I won't tell anyone' she'd promised - and she hadn't, not even until the very end. And yet, the truth had burst free like a raging storm despite her silence, and the ending had een what they'd known it to be from the start. Wrathpaw - Wrath-howl? - would be gone from Thunderclan once he healed. Exiled.

Crosseyed gaze flutters for a moment, head wobbling as pink features come into focus - wounds covering what was once untouched. Now, she is the one with better vision - and yet, this observation brings no joy, only a pang of weight in her belly and bile on her tongue. She crouches low, as though making herself smaller will rid her of her unease. It doesn't. " ... hi, " comes muffled greeting after far too long of a pause - and stars, it sounds lame even to her own ears. But... what is she supposed to say?

'I'm sorry...'

It'd mean nothing anyway.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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W E ' L L - A L W A Y S -B E -S O -P E R F E C T L Y- H A P P Y

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// @WRATHHOWL - for all the ooc snoopers this is theoretically within eyesight/earshot of anyone in the medicine den

 

[WRATHPAW.]

*+:｡.｡ Wrathpaw is glad to be blind; he'll never again have to see Glowingpaw in so much distress.

His sins are extensive, but dragging his friend into everything is certainly on the higher end of his many mistakes. If wishes could be granted, he'd change so much in a heartbeat but...admittedly, the killer had enjoyed the time he'd spent with the flame point. When he trembled in his nest, reliving his cruel deeds and panicking at his future, it had been Glowingpaw who curled close beside him. Glowingpaw who stuck by his side, Glowingpaw who still saw something worth wanting to save. Although Wrath's heart had been too busy slamming against his chest with fear to feel proper butterflies for the girl, he knew she was someone worthy of the kind of love he doubted he could ever provide...how shameful of him to have hogged that all to himself.

Her voice in his permanent darkness lends him a feeling of relief he never thought he'd experience again. "Glowingpaw" he breathes her name like a drowning man's last desperate bite of oxygen before he's dragged right back under again. He wonders how he's doing. Without eyes to properly see her face, the killer can only imagine what she must look like. All his references are of sorrowful eyes and nervous disposition. He doubts it's changed.

"You shouldn't be here" he says with a sigh, curling into himself a little tighter. In any way he can, he needs to finally set her free.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 9/10/24

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  GENERAL:
  ♡ Wrathpaw
  ♡ DMAB— He/Him
  ♡ 12 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ♡ Brother to Lovelight and Laughblossom
  ♡ Exiled loner
  ♡ Formerly mentored by Wildheart
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♡Physically easy | mentally very easy
  ♡ Attack in bold #4a59ff
  injuries: Severely scratched, permanently blind , mentally unwell
  "SPEECH"
  

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