backwritten our story’s just a page // Michael

[Periwinklebreeze.]

OH, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SOMEONE ━
THAT EVERYBODY HAS TO TALK TO━​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 20 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Sleep refuses to find him. Exhaustion weighs so heavily upon delicate frame that the boy nearly faceplants as he stumbles along - rocking and swaying on tired paws. Still, every time he closes his eyes he's left only with endlessly reeling thoughts and visions of red dancing across his eyelids. He's far to tired to hunt - but still, the peace he feels as he leaves camp and the endless chatter of his clanmates voices is a relief. The further he walks, the more desperate he is to find place to rest - to nap. The fact it's midday hardly matters when he's sleep deprived, two sunrises and three sunsets passing since he'd last slept. This time, it's charcoal frame that smacks into brown - a familiar sight that is no less humorous to him the hundredth time than it was the first. " Michael, " he greats - weary. Still, it's impossible to ignore the change this time - the truth.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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━H E━H AD━N O━O N E━T H A T━H E━C O U L D━T A L K━T O━

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