- Aug 1, 2023
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( ✩ ) There are clawmarks raking across Starlightpaw's chest. The first spilling of her divine blood, first tearing of starflesh, the last of the family. It's dangerously close to her belly; a little lower and she might have died, might have joined her father among the stars she was named for.
...Well, perhaps that is a touch dramatic. The scratch isn't that deep, truly. It just feels far deeper than it is. Red blood crusts along the wound, some dried and some still running. Healing unevenly, imperfectly, red blood so far from the starstuff that should leak his body. It should be blinding, it should be unimaginable, it should be grand and strange and all the things that Starlightpaw feels but cannot seem to be. Instead it is normal, red and simple. It looks like Cicadastar's blood, like Smokethroat's and Beepaw's and Cicadapaw's. It looks like rogue's blood. The metallic taste makes her sick.
She'd not fought well, she knows. Images flash across Starlightpaw's eyelids every time they blink: the rogue's teeth narrowly missing her leg to pull her under the shallow water she fought in, her own jaws latching onto its throat but not quite having the strength to kill (shameful, cowardly). Beepaw and Cicadapaw holding a rogue beneath the current, Meadowpaw swept beneath the tide while Oxbowpaw cried for help. Blood running through the river, staining it red, red, red.
Starlightpaw has fed the river with blood now, and it still doesn't feel like enough.
...Well, perhaps that is a touch dramatic. The scratch isn't that deep, truly. It just feels far deeper than it is. Red blood crusts along the wound, some dried and some still running. Healing unevenly, imperfectly, red blood so far from the starstuff that should leak his body. It should be blinding, it should be unimaginable, it should be grand and strange and all the things that Starlightpaw feels but cannot seem to be. Instead it is normal, red and simple. It looks like Cicadastar's blood, like Smokethroat's and Beepaw's and Cicadapaw's. It looks like rogue's blood. The metallic taste makes her sick.
She'd not fought well, she knows. Images flash across Starlightpaw's eyelids every time they blink: the rogue's teeth narrowly missing her leg to pull her under the shallow water she fought in, her own jaws latching onto its throat but not quite having the strength to kill (shameful, cowardly). Beepaw and Cicadapaw holding a rogue beneath the current, Meadowpaw swept beneath the tide while Oxbowpaw cried for help. Blood running through the river, staining it red, red, red.
Starlightpaw has fed the river with blood now, and it still doesn't feel like enough.
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✩ ⁺ ₊ ⋆ STARLIGHTPAW. APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN. HE / SHE / THEY.
4 MOONS & AGES ON THE 12TH. PENNED BY SATURNID.
SMOKETHROAT xx CICADASTAR. LITTERMATE TO BEEPAW & CICADAPAW.
MENTORED BY PETALNOSE