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SOOTSTAR ♀ |
[TW] Blood descriptors, pain descriptors. Open to WindClanner's on the battle patrol only Just outside of SkyClan's territory lays a body of blue. Her fur is drenched in crimson and blood continues to flow from her neck, pooling around her head. Eyes that once burned with rage and triumph now stared lost and confused into the distance. Any sign of life was gone, and for the clan-mates who trickled around their fallen leader it was a waiting game. Sootstar walks in a land of mist and shadows. This time instead of moggy, its cold to the bone. Her toes are numb and fog blows from her nose with each breath she makes. Even now she can taste the blood of her mouth, feel the pulsing of blood. It felt like claws were ripping into her throat, slowly but surely ripping open the wound powerful claws had slain her with. Without the adrenaline, the rush of battle, the pain was agonizing. Heartbeats felt like several minutes at a time, her teeth clench and she is certain they would crack and break at the pressure of her jaw. At first, she had thought it was the sound of distant wind, but the passage of time made it grow louder and louder. A voice, no- voices... she tries to recognize them, put names to them, but they all overlapped each other making it impossible to untangle one from the other. Furious she growls and cranes her head to try and find someone- anyone, but all she gets is a bolt of agony as her neck wound feels as if it was continuing to rip. All around her they taunt her with nonsense she cannot put together. "Left behind..." "Blacken a forest..." "Blow away..." "The wind..." "Once pure..." "Fire!" "Fire?!" She yelps, eyes opening. Back among the living with a lightly sealed wound and the gaze of her clan-mates locking onto her. Sootstar barely understands that she had shouted her confusion out loud, the scent of rot still stings in her nose. |