- Dec 14, 2022
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I FIND COMFORT IN THE SOUND AND THE SHAPE OF THE HEART ⋆⁺₊⋆
Toss and turn, toss and turn. Petalnose couldn't get comfortable throughout the night, tired eyes opening and blinking slowly. She sat up, breathing long and heavily through her nose. The she-cat slowly stood up and padded sorely to the entrance of the warrior den. She stared out into the deep black night. Eyes filled with confusion and pain. Restlessness hadn't kept the Riverclan warrior up, it was the endless questions of her mind and the stirring thoughts about her past. She couldn't remember anything from her past. It was only that one lingering memory that crushed her heart into tiny pieces. One memory she would never let slip from her tongue. It haunted her nightmares every single night.
Family was nonexistent. She wasn't sure who apprenticed her before she became a warrior, and she wasn't sure who were her friends throughout kithood and adolescence. She had no one. She tried not to let tears fall from her eyes, shaking her head and wiping her eyes with her paw. She felt lost and alone in a den full of clanmates. It felt as if she was a kit, having to relearn and make new relationships. But on her own. She felt behind and she didn't see that as fair. She wished they left her to pass that night. Her heart pounded with emotion, a shiver going down her spine and her fur prickling. What would the rest of her life look like? Hopefully, these nights would fade away just as easy her memories did.
// @MUDPELT
Toss and turn, toss and turn. Petalnose couldn't get comfortable throughout the night, tired eyes opening and blinking slowly. She sat up, breathing long and heavily through her nose. The she-cat slowly stood up and padded sorely to the entrance of the warrior den. She stared out into the deep black night. Eyes filled with confusion and pain. Restlessness hadn't kept the Riverclan warrior up, it was the endless questions of her mind and the stirring thoughts about her past. She couldn't remember anything from her past. It was only that one lingering memory that crushed her heart into tiny pieces. One memory she would never let slip from her tongue. It haunted her nightmares every single night.
Family was nonexistent. She wasn't sure who apprenticed her before she became a warrior, and she wasn't sure who were her friends throughout kithood and adolescence. She had no one. She tried not to let tears fall from her eyes, shaking her head and wiping her eyes with her paw. She felt lost and alone in a den full of clanmates. It felt as if she was a kit, having to relearn and make new relationships. But on her own. She felt behind and she didn't see that as fair. She wished they left her to pass that night. Her heart pounded with emotion, a shiver going down her spine and her fur prickling. What would the rest of her life look like? Hopefully, these nights would fade away just as easy her memories did.
// @MUDPELT
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