- Jun 16, 2022
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She had called out for Ash. In what she thought was going to be her last moments, all she had wanted was to see the girl that she had vowed to keep safe. Not Wolf, but Ash. Ashkit, the kit that had gotten on Pumpkins nerves so many times, whom Pumpkin had snapped at in anger, who had made up with the cinnamon calico. Pumpkin had dropped the mouse at her paws, and from there an unlikely friendship started.
She still remembers the time she had brought Ashkit close to her, gave her a hug. How Ashkit sobbed that he would come back, and what if he killed Pumpkin, Cicada, her. She told herself she'd get stronger. To protect the ones she loved.
She wasn't strong enough. Wolf had been ripped apart by the dogs. Pumpkin could do nothing but struggle in the grip she was held in by the other. She had bled and nearly died, had passed out as she was dragged to the camp. Her dreams were full of red, angry snapping teeth that faded in to emptiness.
Shes still so tired. Its been about a day and Beesong is out of the medicine den to do Starclan knows what. Shes laid there since shes opened her eyes, numb, unfeeling. The pain of the wounds was nothing to the inner battle.
She begins to cry again, silent tears. Cried for Wolf, cried for a lost eye, cried because the Stars had forsaken her. She just wanted someone to sit with, at this point. The silence of the medicine den is enough to drive her insane.
// @tinyleafs
She still remembers the time she had brought Ashkit close to her, gave her a hug. How Ashkit sobbed that he would come back, and what if he killed Pumpkin, Cicada, her. She told herself she'd get stronger. To protect the ones she loved.
She wasn't strong enough. Wolf had been ripped apart by the dogs. Pumpkin could do nothing but struggle in the grip she was held in by the other. She had bled and nearly died, had passed out as she was dragged to the camp. Her dreams were full of red, angry snapping teeth that faded in to emptiness.
Shes still so tired. Its been about a day and Beesong is out of the medicine den to do Starclan knows what. Shes laid there since shes opened her eyes, numb, unfeeling. The pain of the wounds was nothing to the inner battle.
She begins to cry again, silent tears. Cried for Wolf, cried for a lost eye, cried because the Stars had forsaken her. She just wanted someone to sit with, at this point. The silence of the medicine den is enough to drive her insane.
// @tinyleafs
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