- Mar 19, 2024
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SENSITIVE TOPICS DISCUSSED .ೃ࿔ mentions of death, unsettling/disturbing imagery.
❝ IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN ✧°.☀ ————————————
ROARINGPAW DOESN'T PROCESS THE EVENTS OF THAT DAY until later in the evening, when the sun is sinking beneath the horizon and the skies are pastel in color. He's tucked into his nest, alone in the apprentices' den - mind rampant with flashes of the events that had happened prior. "There was an adder, we didn't — it was in the grass, it was dark and we didn't see it! She didn't see it!" Freckleflame's voice echoes in his head, incessantly, like clockwork. Sickeningly so, like a grim reminder of the situation. This was his first experience with death, the first time he'd ever seen a lifeless, motionless body of someone who'd once been brimming with fulgor. Roaringpaw had never once chatted with Wolfwind personally, but it would be odd to not be shaken by such an occurance.
An adder. He thinks darkly. Like the snake that attacked me a moon ago. The memory alone is terrifying - that he, a kittypet back then had escaped the cold grasp of death through luck alone, that if no one had heard him yelling for help, he would be dead. The warrior's limp body appears in his mind, and he grimaces. That could've been me.
He forces his eyes closed. His head hurts.
His amber-golden eyes open to ThunderClan's clearing. It's deserted, it's just him and. . . Wolfwind. Her leg swolen, but she remained unmoving. She stared right at him, gaze boring into his very soul. Roaringpaw wants to move, wants to run, but he can't. It could've been me. His own voice echoes in this nightmareish place, omnipresent and horrifying. Like he's a prisoner in his own mind. The Lead Warrior is still staring, unblinking. Until an adder slithers out of her open mouth, brown eyes focused on the easy prey that Roaringpaw was. It skulks his way, slowly, savoring every moment of the panic from the apprentice. He can't escape, and soon enough he won't be able to breathe.
As the snake lunges forward, the thought that had been present on the back of his mind comes forth. The adder bites down hard, and Roaringpaw awakens. Panting and visibly shaken from the nightmare, he barely notices it's already moonhigh and most of the camp is asleep; his heart is drumming so loudly in his chest he's afraid someone might wake up from it, on top of his heavy breathing. He reflects on the second before the snake bit him, and feels shame and guilt on what had passed through his head.
I'm glad it wasn't me.
"speech" thoughts
OOC: Roaringpaw's first experience with seeing a clanmate dead and what went through his head after this thread
ROARINGPAW DOESN'T PROCESS THE EVENTS OF THAT DAY until later in the evening, when the sun is sinking beneath the horizon and the skies are pastel in color. He's tucked into his nest, alone in the apprentices' den - mind rampant with flashes of the events that had happened prior. "There was an adder, we didn't — it was in the grass, it was dark and we didn't see it! She didn't see it!" Freckleflame's voice echoes in his head, incessantly, like clockwork. Sickeningly so, like a grim reminder of the situation. This was his first experience with death, the first time he'd ever seen a lifeless, motionless body of someone who'd once been brimming with fulgor. Roaringpaw had never once chatted with Wolfwind personally, but it would be odd to not be shaken by such an occurance.
An adder. He thinks darkly. Like the snake that attacked me a moon ago. The memory alone is terrifying - that he, a kittypet back then had escaped the cold grasp of death through luck alone, that if no one had heard him yelling for help, he would be dead. The warrior's limp body appears in his mind, and he grimaces. That could've been me.
He forces his eyes closed. His head hurts.
His amber-golden eyes open to ThunderClan's clearing. It's deserted, it's just him and. . . Wolfwind. Her leg swolen, but she remained unmoving. She stared right at him, gaze boring into his very soul. Roaringpaw wants to move, wants to run, but he can't. It could've been me. His own voice echoes in this nightmareish place, omnipresent and horrifying. Like he's a prisoner in his own mind. The Lead Warrior is still staring, unblinking. Until an adder slithers out of her open mouth, brown eyes focused on the easy prey that Roaringpaw was. It skulks his way, slowly, savoring every moment of the panic from the apprentice. He can't escape, and soon enough he won't be able to breathe.
As the snake lunges forward, the thought that had been present on the back of his mind comes forth. The adder bites down hard, and Roaringpaw awakens. Panting and visibly shaken from the nightmare, he barely notices it's already moonhigh and most of the camp is asleep; his heart is drumming so loudly in his chest he's afraid someone might wake up from it, on top of his heavy breathing. He reflects on the second before the snake bit him, and feels shame and guilt on what had passed through his head.
I'm glad it wasn't me.
"speech" thoughts
OOC: Roaringpaw's first experience with seeing a clanmate dead and what went through his head after this thread
