- Dec 8, 2022
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Sharpshadow would say that she doesn't know how to feel, except for the fact that it'd be a lie, if she did.
She should be despairing really. Or... angry. Sad. Any subcategory of upset really, is what she should be... And it's not as if she was none of those things. No, she could taste bile in her throat; feel the underlying roil along her back, in the pits of her stomach... Everything that was terrible about it would come for her in moments, she's sure. But for now, she just... stands. Stares, as if she'd expected to wake up the moment Ternstar named her deputy.
By now, they've dispersed. A few murmured congratulations had come her way, but none of them are really happy for her, are they? His downfall was always bound to come, but it was more concrete than ever, now. Practically sealed with a date— a moon, maybe two... Scorn, vitriol, disappearance maybe all three, if she's lucky.
He figures its just his turn. Maybe Ternstar had felt the same.
Numbly, he approaches her. The silver of his gaze has drawn a careful blank. At a time where it would maybe be more appropriate than ever, the crease of his face is not so overwhelmingly... appalled. He doesn't grind his teeth. His eyes sit in his sockets the way that they should. His lips are thin. His tail is dead.
" Ternstar. " He threatens to choke on his own bile. Only now does his voice shake, and his eyes are round like Sharppaw's were. " ...Why me? "
She should be despairing really. Or... angry. Sad. Any subcategory of upset really, is what she should be... And it's not as if she was none of those things. No, she could taste bile in her throat; feel the underlying roil along her back, in the pits of her stomach... Everything that was terrible about it would come for her in moments, she's sure. But for now, she just... stands. Stares, as if she'd expected to wake up the moment Ternstar named her deputy.
By now, they've dispersed. A few murmured congratulations had come her way, but none of them are really happy for her, are they? His downfall was always bound to come, but it was more concrete than ever, now. Practically sealed with a date— a moon, maybe two... Scorn, vitriol, disappearance maybe all three, if she's lucky.
He figures its just his turn. Maybe Ternstar had felt the same.
Numbly, he approaches her. The silver of his gaze has drawn a careful blank. At a time where it would maybe be more appropriate than ever, the crease of his face is not so overwhelmingly... appalled. He doesn't grind his teeth. His eyes sit in his sockets the way that they should. His lips are thin. His tail is dead.
" Ternstar. " He threatens to choke on his own bile. Only now does his voice shake, and his eyes are round like Sharppaw's were. " ...Why me? "
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HEAVY IC OPINIONS! This mf is mentally ill