- Sep 15, 2022
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Yewberry's state of mind is like these dead leaves. Brittle and fragile. One little prod and it crumbles. He doesn't know how to think anymore, he doesn't know what to think anymore. Was he out of line for snapping at Sootstar? Was it the right thing to do? Should he have just kept his mouth shut? Should he still try to see his kits? Should he simply move on? He has no idea what he's supposed to do. The murderous flare that burned in him has been extinguished by hopelessness and the acknowledgement that perhaps that is just not who he is. He has killed before, rogues threatening to do the same to him.
But it doesn't feel good, it just feels.... Like nothing. He felt nothing when he killed the first rogue to challenge him.
Would it feel different if it were someone else? Someone who wronged him?
Would he feel better if he actually did somehow manage to kill Sootstar?
Or would he be left more hollow than before with a family that still hates him?
There is an endless string of thoughts that plague his mind every waking moment. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do anymore, nor does he know if he's better off just leaving the area altogether. Run away from everything and start all over. He's given himself headaches trying to sort through his thoughts and bring order to his mind. Today's mental breakdown takes place on the farm, where the twolegs who live here have unloaded so... So many orange things. Big ones. Small ones. Lumpy ones. BUMPY ones. Round ones. Long ones......Some of them are even green!!!
What the hell are those!!!
He cannot help but wander through this fucked up little forest of misshapen....Things. It's enough to put a pause to his thoughts, completely distracted by this phenomenon. He has never seen pumpkins before. Doesn't know what they are. As he pads through the patch, he comes across a particularly ugly pumpkin. Its BIG. Its not exactly perfectly round. It's got warts all over it, some of them are GREEN. It's three times his size!!
Beside it is another abomination, an all green one covered in horrible bumps and lumps....Warts......
"What is wrong with you.....Do you need help......" He says to the pumpkins as if they'd answer. He is very distraught at these fucked up....Things. What even are these?
@Pumpkinpatch
But it doesn't feel good, it just feels.... Like nothing. He felt nothing when he killed the first rogue to challenge him.
Would it feel different if it were someone else? Someone who wronged him?
Would he feel better if he actually did somehow manage to kill Sootstar?
Or would he be left more hollow than before with a family that still hates him?
There is an endless string of thoughts that plague his mind every waking moment. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do anymore, nor does he know if he's better off just leaving the area altogether. Run away from everything and start all over. He's given himself headaches trying to sort through his thoughts and bring order to his mind. Today's mental breakdown takes place on the farm, where the twolegs who live here have unloaded so... So many orange things. Big ones. Small ones. Lumpy ones. BUMPY ones. Round ones. Long ones......Some of them are even green!!!
What the hell are those!!!
He cannot help but wander through this fucked up little forest of misshapen....Things. It's enough to put a pause to his thoughts, completely distracted by this phenomenon. He has never seen pumpkins before. Doesn't know what they are. As he pads through the patch, he comes across a particularly ugly pumpkin. Its BIG. Its not exactly perfectly round. It's got warts all over it, some of them are GREEN. It's three times his size!!
Beside it is another abomination, an all green one covered in horrible bumps and lumps....Warts......
"What is wrong with you.....Do you need help......" He says to the pumpkins as if they'd answer. He is very distraught at these fucked up....Things. What even are these?
@Pumpkinpatch