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*+:｡.｡ It...
It h...
It hur...
It hurts -
Oh Starclan, it hurts it hurts it hurts it -
Wrathpaw wakes with a gasp that abruptly cuts off. Electricity scorches through him, ice attempts to take its place but just as quickly fire springs to life like combustible venom. GEt it off get it off he lifts a paw only to whine louder when ice! Lightning! Fire! Poison - I've been poisoned! He twists and turns, but relief doesn't come. He rolls on his side, only to feel the moss beneath him ignite, filling the side of his cheek with fire and lightning and ice and -
He rolls back onto his back and pants, struggling to catch his breath.
He squeezes his eyes shut - needles dig molten hot into his head - so he attempts instead to open them - and it's icey poison from an adder's tongue, melting what's left of his nerves.
So he just lays as still as possible, trembling in the darkness.
His tongue is dry, stuck fast to the roof of his mouth, but he manages to rip it free with a quiet, "am...am I dead?" In the quiet and the solitude, he replays Gentlestorm's warning and finds himself trembling harder. Is this where monsters go when Starclan rejects them? A place with no stars, only endless shadows? He whimpers, fear tearing ribbons into his throat. And, fittingly, the tears that spring to life in his eyes do so with a vengeance - ice, lightning, fire, and poison.
He curls in on himself and tries to think as little as possible.
It h...
It hur...
It hurts -
Oh Starclan, it hurts it hurts it hurts it -
Wrathpaw wakes with a gasp that abruptly cuts off. Electricity scorches through him, ice attempts to take its place but just as quickly fire springs to life like combustible venom. GEt it off get it off he lifts a paw only to whine louder when ice! Lightning! Fire! Poison - I've been poisoned! He twists and turns, but relief doesn't come. He rolls on his side, only to feel the moss beneath him ignite, filling the side of his cheek with fire and lightning and ice and -
He rolls back onto his back and pants, struggling to catch his breath.
He squeezes his eyes shut - needles dig molten hot into his head - so he attempts instead to open them - and it's icey poison from an adder's tongue, melting what's left of his nerves.
So he just lays as still as possible, trembling in the darkness.
His tongue is dry, stuck fast to the roof of his mouth, but he manages to rip it free with a quiet, "am...am I dead?" In the quiet and the solitude, he replays Gentlestorm's warning and finds himself trembling harder. Is this where monsters go when Starclan rejects them? A place with no stars, only endless shadows? He whimpers, fear tearing ribbons into his throat. And, fittingly, the tears that spring to life in his eyes do so with a vengeance - ice, lightning, fire, and poison.
He curls in on himself and tries to think as little as possible.
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I'd apologize for this being so unbearably angsty but I read a very troubling chapter from a really troubling book for research purposes and my soul has left my body all you're getting is angst <3
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GENERAL:
♡ Wrath-howl
♡ DMAB— He/Him
♡ 10 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
♡ Brother to Lovelight, Joywing, Laughblossom || Pridepaw, Merrypaw
♡ Thunderclan — apprentice
♡ Mentored by Wildheart
COMBAT:
♡Physically mediocre | mentally very easy
♡ Attack in bold #4a59ff
injuries: None currently , mentally unwell
"SPEECH"