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// cw ash remembering the attack in a way that might be triggering for anyone who has experienced interpersonal trauma (such as DV or SA)
A S H P A W.
Hands wrapping tight around her, holding her in place. Helpless to take the agony. Bruises on a small body and blood on white sand.
A warrior's vicious whisper in her ear, swearing her to secrecy or promising pain.
It happened so fast, yet somehow it still isn't over. Somewhere in her mind Ashpaw still hasn't gotten away-- still being ripped out of that little silver den and squeezed until she breaks-- she jolts at a particularly vicious memory, the twoleg's yowling, the flash of a hunting knife--
A voice scrapes out of her throat, still hoarse from screaming. A little voice that doesn't sound a whole lot like Ashpaw's.
"Bee... Beesong," she whispers into the dark. Blinks tears from glass-green eyes and curls in tighter, makes herself smaller.
"I'm scared. I..."
The little girl doesn't know what to say next. What does she want? Someone to curl around her like her mama used to, like Cicadastar had at the border-- someone to sing or tell her stories, or promise she'll be safe? She can't ask for that.
"Help," she whimpers out instead, hoping they'll understand.
A warrior's vicious whisper in her ear, swearing her to secrecy or promising pain.
It happened so fast, yet somehow it still isn't over. Somewhere in her mind Ashpaw still hasn't gotten away-- still being ripped out of that little silver den and squeezed until she breaks-- she jolts at a particularly vicious memory, the twoleg's yowling, the flash of a hunting knife--
A voice scrapes out of her throat, still hoarse from screaming. A little voice that doesn't sound a whole lot like Ashpaw's.
"Bee... Beesong," she whispers into the dark. Blinks tears from glass-green eyes and curls in tighter, makes herself smaller.
"I'm scared. I..."
The little girl doesn't know what to say next. What does she want? Someone to curl around her like her mama used to, like Cicadastar had at the border-- someone to sing or tell her stories, or promise she'll be safe? She can't ask for that.
"Help," she whimpers out instead, hoping they'll understand.
—— " i found gold in the wreckage "
- // @BEESONG
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- 4 month old orange tabby with green eyes
- apprenticed to lead warrior willowroot
- happy-go-lucky, mischievous, hardworking
- very friendly, but defensive of riverclan!
- "speech" -
- started her apprentice training
- attacked by a twoleg as part of riverclan's clanwide plot & escaped into the river
- returned home by thunderclanners
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