- Jan 5, 2023
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The sting of fear returns when the older warrior hardly budges from his place. There's a twinge, maybe, from where her claws penetrate his coat, but by no means is it enough to remove his hulking form from hers. She knows not yet of the body splayed on the ground, the blood pouring from Sunsetbreeze's open wounds - but she fears, regardless, of if her life will be taken within this battle. Sharpeye seems annoyed (frankly, she understands,) and she continues her seemingly fruitless activity of kicking upwards at him. But he stops - it seems all of them do.
Badgermoon's call clashes against her ears, finally, the echoes of WindClan cats spitting at their opponents following soon after. Sharpeye has his moment - to pull her life from her throat and spatter her on the ground - but... he doesn't. He hops a pace or two away, his mercy settling thickly in the air. He speaks but she can't entirely understand him through the rushing noises in her ears. A part of her is frustrated. He could've awarded her a warrior's death! Her image could dot the sky in stars and her legacy, however short, may be remembered.
A greater part of her is thankful that she'll be able to see those stars again.
The RiverClan stench is forgotten in the moment, as is the pain marring her nose. Bunnywhisker looks after him as he stares on, making certain the lot of the WindClanners do vacate. She parts her lips to thank him - for his kindness and mercy, she supposes, or the hard lesson learned - but she sews her lips shut just as quickly and takes off after her Clanmates.
Badgermoon's call clashes against her ears, finally, the echoes of WindClan cats spitting at their opponents following soon after. Sharpeye has his moment - to pull her life from her throat and spatter her on the ground - but... he doesn't. He hops a pace or two away, his mercy settling thickly in the air. He speaks but she can't entirely understand him through the rushing noises in her ears. A part of her is frustrated. He could've awarded her a warrior's death! Her image could dot the sky in stars and her legacy, however short, may be remembered.
A greater part of her is thankful that she'll be able to see those stars again.
The RiverClan stench is forgotten in the moment, as is the pain marring her nose. Bunnywhisker looks after him as he stares on, making certain the lot of the WindClanners do vacate. She parts her lips to thank him - for his kindness and mercy, she supposes, or the hard lesson learned - but she sews her lips shut just as quickly and takes off after her Clanmates.
