- Jul 17, 2022
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Kuiper had spoke of Howlpaw, chocolate tortoiseshell left to rot alone in the twoleg place. She was already half-dead when I left her on the road, remembering the sneer in his voice, but there had been a black blur that had sprung from the shadows. Purple collar fastened around a neck, she knew exactly who it had been, and he had gone crashing straight in to the gray furred monster.
It happened so fast that Sheep had barely any time to react until theres blood everywhere and theres blood on the cats around her and theres blood, blood, and the smell had hit her so fast. She had stared wide-eyed as Silversmoke spoke, droned out as she watched light leave from the murderers eyes, as others begin to bolt from the scene. Bile had risen in her throat but never left, legs had shook but never took her away from the scene either. And Blazestar, oh, Blazestar had looked so broken, so hollow that she had almost disappeared after him.
A few hours later, as the sun sets in to its final resting place, she finds Thistle instead, gravitates to the black and white warrior who had previously been drenched in sinners blood. "Are you okay?" her mouth is incredibly dry and her ears still roar with the adrenaline, but she stares blankly at the taller man, looking for any regret, anything. "You did the right thing." a swallow that feels like a rock in her throat. "Revenge for all those lost. You did the right thing." she reiterates to her fellow lead, to a man she had looked up to, to a man she continues to look up to. The clans would be safe from the child-killing bastard, their children could rest easy, no harm would become to another Skyclanner. "Do you need anything, amigo?" do not let your heart waver, it's left unsaid, but her tone is lighter now, less intense as emotion floods back to a yellow gaze.
Behind Thistle rises the moon, a new beginning, a new path he treads. Sheep decides she'll stick with him, defend him if she has to from the aversion of eyes. He had been the only one to do anything about the rogue and for that she is ever grateful.
// @ThistleBack
It happened so fast that Sheep had barely any time to react until theres blood everywhere and theres blood on the cats around her and theres blood, blood, and the smell had hit her so fast. She had stared wide-eyed as Silversmoke spoke, droned out as she watched light leave from the murderers eyes, as others begin to bolt from the scene. Bile had risen in her throat but never left, legs had shook but never took her away from the scene either. And Blazestar, oh, Blazestar had looked so broken, so hollow that she had almost disappeared after him.
A few hours later, as the sun sets in to its final resting place, she finds Thistle instead, gravitates to the black and white warrior who had previously been drenched in sinners blood. "Are you okay?" her mouth is incredibly dry and her ears still roar with the adrenaline, but she stares blankly at the taller man, looking for any regret, anything. "You did the right thing." a swallow that feels like a rock in her throat. "Revenge for all those lost. You did the right thing." she reiterates to her fellow lead, to a man she had looked up to, to a man she continues to look up to. The clans would be safe from the child-killing bastard, their children could rest easy, no harm would become to another Skyclanner. "Do you need anything, amigo?" do not let your heart waver, it's left unsaid, but her tone is lighter now, less intense as emotion floods back to a yellow gaze.
Behind Thistle rises the moon, a new beginning, a new path he treads. Sheep decides she'll stick with him, defend him if she has to from the aversion of eyes. He had been the only one to do anything about the rogue and for that she is ever grateful.
// @ThistleBack
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