- Jul 7, 2022
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the sun is beginning to crest over the horizon by the time the carrionplace patrol returns, bleeding crimson into the early morning sky. it reflects the trail of shame left in their wake, blood pooling from the marks of the rodents' retaliation they bore. the deep bite mark in pitchstar's neck is a wildfire, burning through his veins. it does not show signs of clotting anytime soon, the leader's throat slick with his own ichor and the wound is steadily pumping out more.
if he hadn't had the support of his warriors, he does not think he would've been able to make it back to camp. the patrol practically drags him through the thorny entrance, where he collapses onto his heaving sides. defeated by fucking rodents. if pitchstar had not been hyper-focused on clinging to his faltering consciousness, begging his eyes to stay open, he would've been humiliated at the state the rats had left him in. "star-ling," the bloodied tom chokes out, one clammy paw reaching towards empty air. as if his baby sister would materialize at his will. she would save him. she has to save him. he couldn't die, not at the jaws of a stupid rat.
exhaustion tugs at his eyelids, willing him to succumb to the temptation of darkness. he's so tired... but he couldn't fall asleep, not until starlingpaw- heart?- fixes him. she would fix him. he just has to hold on a little longer... "...where?" it's getting harder to speak around his rapid breaths, lungs begging for more and more air. his clouded eyes dart from side to side. where is she?
[ @Halfshade @RIBBITLEAP @GRANITEPAW @STARLINGHEART . ; no need to wait for those tagged! ]
if he hadn't had the support of his warriors, he does not think he would've been able to make it back to camp. the patrol practically drags him through the thorny entrance, where he collapses onto his heaving sides. defeated by fucking rodents. if pitchstar had not been hyper-focused on clinging to his faltering consciousness, begging his eyes to stay open, he would've been humiliated at the state the rats had left him in. "star-ling," the bloodied tom chokes out, one clammy paw reaching towards empty air. as if his baby sister would materialize at his will. she would save him. she has to save him. he couldn't die, not at the jaws of a stupid rat.
exhaustion tugs at his eyelids, willing him to succumb to the temptation of darkness. he's so tired... but he couldn't fall asleep, not until starlingpaw- heart?- fixes him. she would fix him. he just has to hold on a little longer... "...where?" it's getting harder to speak around his rapid breaths, lungs begging for more and more air. his clouded eyes dart from side to side. where is she?
[ @Halfshade @RIBBITLEAP @GRANITEPAW @STARLINGHEART . ; no need to wait for those tagged! ]