- Oct 14, 2023
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/ cw: descriptions of injury!
Wolfpaw's head screams. There is a cleaving down her face, some wall of hot white, right over her right eye — and it hurts, and it hurts and it hurts. The warm red ribbons out into the snow like pastry batter, thick and sweet, leaving a trail behind the patrol as they tear away from the border and towards camp. Who is holding her? Wolfpaw isn't walking on her own. Her arm screams, too, and protests any weight put on it. She is bobbing on someone's back, or maybe in their mouth, held at her scruff like a kitten — and she feels like a kitten, small and stupid, too cowardly to fight for what was right and paying for it now. She stares down at the snow; the streaks of red behind her. But she isn't the only one hurting. Her awareness of them has grown dim, fuzzy with excruciating static that tunnels her vision, but her littermates... oh StarClan, her littermates. Hawkpaw had been the first to fall. She'd hardly even seen Blazingpaw's attempt at bravery, a boy wearing a man's flimsy armor, torn through as wet paper. Her head was too busy screaming at her. Her vision was too busy tunneling (and why? she knows she has both her eyes open, so why can't she see like she had before? maybe once she is done being terrified, it will clear up?).
The warriors stampede back into camp with all the frenzy of a frightened herd. Wolfpaw doesn't understand what they are saying. "Get @DAWNGLARE !" one of them shouts, maybe Figfeather, maybe Howlfire, maybe Bobbie. Would Dawnglare ease this screaming in her head? She is set down so gently in the dusty camp floor, and her blood is still spilling everywhere, and she thinks of tomorrow, when she would likely see the stain. Yuck. Springpaw would see it too, she bets. Would it be gross? Would Springpaw hate her for making all this mess?
Tears well and a new explosion blossoms in her right eye. Wolfpaw shrieks at the sensation, but her surprised pang melts quickly into pitiful sobs: "Mama...!" Howlfire would make it better. Howlfire would let her cry, would lick her cheeks free of the tears (and the blood oh StarClan the blood) and help her; she'd make it so it didn't hurt anymore.
/ edit bc i forgot her injuries list:
- wounded right eye & heavy scarring on right side of face
- large gashes on right foreleg
- bruising to ribs on left side, but no broken bones
Wolfpaw's head screams. There is a cleaving down her face, some wall of hot white, right over her right eye — and it hurts, and it hurts and it hurts. The warm red ribbons out into the snow like pastry batter, thick and sweet, leaving a trail behind the patrol as they tear away from the border and towards camp. Who is holding her? Wolfpaw isn't walking on her own. Her arm screams, too, and protests any weight put on it. She is bobbing on someone's back, or maybe in their mouth, held at her scruff like a kitten — and she feels like a kitten, small and stupid, too cowardly to fight for what was right and paying for it now. She stares down at the snow; the streaks of red behind her. But she isn't the only one hurting. Her awareness of them has grown dim, fuzzy with excruciating static that tunnels her vision, but her littermates... oh StarClan, her littermates. Hawkpaw had been the first to fall. She'd hardly even seen Blazingpaw's attempt at bravery, a boy wearing a man's flimsy armor, torn through as wet paper. Her head was too busy screaming at her. Her vision was too busy tunneling (and why? she knows she has both her eyes open, so why can't she see like she had before? maybe once she is done being terrified, it will clear up?).
The warriors stampede back into camp with all the frenzy of a frightened herd. Wolfpaw doesn't understand what they are saying. "Get @DAWNGLARE !" one of them shouts, maybe Figfeather, maybe Howlfire, maybe Bobbie. Would Dawnglare ease this screaming in her head? She is set down so gently in the dusty camp floor, and her blood is still spilling everywhere, and she thinks of tomorrow, when she would likely see the stain. Yuck. Springpaw would see it too, she bets. Would it be gross? Would Springpaw hate her for making all this mess?
Tears well and a new explosion blossoms in her right eye. Wolfpaw shrieks at the sensation, but her surprised pang melts quickly into pitiful sobs: "Mama...!" Howlfire would make it better. Howlfire would let her cry, would lick her cheeks free of the tears (and the blood oh StarClan the blood) and help her; she'd make it so it didn't hurt anymore.
/ edit bc i forgot her injuries list:
- wounded right eye & heavy scarring on right side of face
- large gashes on right foreleg
- bruising to ribs on left side, but no broken bones
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— wolfpaw
— she / they / he ; apprentice of skyclan
— longhaired lilac torbie with piercing yellow eyes
— "speech" ; thoughts
— avatar by tropics; signature by dreamydoggo
— penned by meghan
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