- Oct 15, 2023
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☾ TW: Graphic imagery, blood, mental break, mention of kitten death, and grief.
Sins upon sins seemed to weigh along his back like stones sinking him beneath waves. There was no place here or amongst the dead Harbingermoon belonged and in his wild-eyed state their fractured mind can only think to move forward. Mere hours ago he'd given birth to the one thing in this world that mattered and he'd left them to die. To die alongside their other siblings buried in the unforgiving snow. He believed if they were left to the will of the stars maybe each kit would earn their way. His children were still innocent and from what the clans spoke of every kit was granted safe passage. This was the last good thing he could do for them even if it meant destroying the only cats that had ever loved him back. Now he was left aimless and numb, head heavy with the reality of his atrocities piling up one by one.
Moonlight waned as the sun broke across the sky in bloodied strips, shimmering against snowy backdrops. His body is worn beyond repair and blood trickles from his belly and stains the littered patches of white across him. There is no consciousness left behind his sickly orange gaze only a broken husk of what remained. Ambition had died the moment he first met the few living breaths of soft bodies and petal pink pads. His ebony frame swayed and paws ruggedly toppled over hillsides. Harbingermoon does not know where he has travelled only that his legs have carried him on a familiar path in the pale morning light. Inching him closer and closer til he hauls himself over the scent markers of Windclan once more. His nose twitches with recognition and fear spikes up his back in wavelets. "NO!" He screams to the skies and collapses on to their side, blood splattering against the pale earth as his body thrashes.
Slatetooth's stinging words sing haunting melodies within him and Harbingermoon is frenzied with terror. Shakily, he uselessly attempts to stand, but falls with each push. Jaws clicking from impact as paw steps sound off behind him. They'll kill me! They'll kill my kits! Mirages of dark depths and howling wails drag at Harbingermoon's frail psyche and the thought of their fate leaves them petrified. All sense of reality has begun to evade him as the blood loss from a messy birth takes its hold. A sob crackles from deep within and his desperation intensifies, half dragging himself through mud, snow, and decayed grasses. ☽
☾ OOC ☽
It's that time folks! Please wait for @SUNSTRIDE and @BRIGHTSHINE! to post first then feel free to post in any order.
patrol members included; @RABBITCLAW , @RATTLEHEART , @Azaleafrost , @slatetooth
Sins upon sins seemed to weigh along his back like stones sinking him beneath waves. There was no place here or amongst the dead Harbingermoon belonged and in his wild-eyed state their fractured mind can only think to move forward. Mere hours ago he'd given birth to the one thing in this world that mattered and he'd left them to die. To die alongside their other siblings buried in the unforgiving snow. He believed if they were left to the will of the stars maybe each kit would earn their way. His children were still innocent and from what the clans spoke of every kit was granted safe passage. This was the last good thing he could do for them even if it meant destroying the only cats that had ever loved him back. Now he was left aimless and numb, head heavy with the reality of his atrocities piling up one by one.
Moonlight waned as the sun broke across the sky in bloodied strips, shimmering against snowy backdrops. His body is worn beyond repair and blood trickles from his belly and stains the littered patches of white across him. There is no consciousness left behind his sickly orange gaze only a broken husk of what remained. Ambition had died the moment he first met the few living breaths of soft bodies and petal pink pads. His ebony frame swayed and paws ruggedly toppled over hillsides. Harbingermoon does not know where he has travelled only that his legs have carried him on a familiar path in the pale morning light. Inching him closer and closer til he hauls himself over the scent markers of Windclan once more. His nose twitches with recognition and fear spikes up his back in wavelets. "NO!" He screams to the skies and collapses on to their side, blood splattering against the pale earth as his body thrashes.
Slatetooth's stinging words sing haunting melodies within him and Harbingermoon is frenzied with terror. Shakily, he uselessly attempts to stand, but falls with each push. Jaws clicking from impact as paw steps sound off behind him. They'll kill me! They'll kill my kits! Mirages of dark depths and howling wails drag at Harbingermoon's frail psyche and the thought of their fate leaves them petrified. All sense of reality has begun to evade him as the blood loss from a messy birth takes its hold. A sob crackles from deep within and his desperation intensifies, half dragging himself through mud, snow, and decayed grasses. ☽
☾ OOC ☽
It's that time folks! Please wait for @SUNSTRIDE and @BRIGHTSHINE! to post first then feel free to post in any order.
patrol members included; @RABBITCLAW , @RATTLEHEART , @Azaleafrost , @slatetooth
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