⚛︎₊˚‧ The sound of explosives splitting the sky tore Amberhaze from his nest in a frenzy, stumbling out of his nest from where he had only just begun to doze off with unfocused eyes and a clouded head.
No...No, no, no, not this! Anything but this, not again! The humans on the farm in which he had called home for countless moons would partake in this same ritual at the end of every Leafbare- letting loose balls of blinding, stinking light similar to what could be scented on the acrid thunderpath, the cacophony it emitted in an endless chain loud enough to split the eardrums of any cat who might stray too close. It made the very ground shake, and it poisoned the pure air with its sickly tang. He had hoped he might never have to endure such an experience again since having been welcomed into his new home- but this was wishful thinking, for the phenomenon seemed to follow him like his own shadow. He figured he should be grateful that the distance between camp and wherever these balls of firey light were being blown off from were much further away than they had been while on the range, and yet...
"T-The sky! T-The humans are blowing it up! It-" Another crackling blast drowned out whatever else he had intended to say, and as the blinding orb broke apart into flittering pieces, the lanky oriental would drop to the ground in a trembling heap, his unsheathed claws glinting beneath the artificial starlight as he brought his paws up over his head where his scar tore across an otherwise smooth face.
"They'll set the- the whole f-forest on fire! T-Those...those things they- t-they might not b-be able to touch y-you from all the way u-up there, b-but- but-! He found himself choking on his own words, bile rising like a roaring tide up into his throat which he could barely find the strength to swallow back down. It burned, just like the smoke emitted from those terrible man-made contraptions.
"But they- they consume the land t-that it touches! C-Consumes it l-like it's alive! But it's not! It's- It's s-something between alive and d-dead!" Crawling forward on his concave stomach like a ragged, half-starved rat, he would claw his way across the ground to take refuge under the looming shape of a much more formidable
@SHARPSHADOW in an attempt to hide away in a place where he felt so
open. He hated the sensation, feeling unsafe in a place that should be the very definition of the word- his home, amongst his peers. His peers, like Bloodwing, who seemed to relish the sight of danger and even yearn for the potential of facing it head on. He would never understand it, and to a degree, he thought it was utterly foolish to crave violence when there was- or should be- peace.
Angular face peeked out from behind striped legs, his harvest moon orbs piercing into Bloodwing like daggers, red rimmed eyes like flames cradling chunks of gleaming amber.
"No- N-No, you- you don't want to- t-to fight that...It'll- It'll b-burn you alive. Set you ablaze, j-just like the- the sky! Y-You'll turn to a h-heap of swollen g-grime and gore. Sludge." He's seen it before. The fire, the ash, the
blood, the
mangled meat that was once living, the utter
devastation. All by the hands of man and their inability to harness and control the very contraptions that they create. He refused to see it again for as long as he lived if it could be helped.
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AMBERHAZE — HE/HIM ･ 20 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ･ PENNED BY SLOANE
black oriental shorthair. a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and striking ocher eyes filled with unveiled trepidation.
