Post by ▲ Fabrication on Aug 5, 2019 16:25:07 GMT -5
Hell raising, hair raising I'm ready for the worst This was the furthest he'd gone away from the LightningClan border. The warrior flicked an ear at the sound of distant deer, bellowing their eerie song into the crisp, warm air. He opened his mouth to taste the wind, the breeze a relief in the arid temperatures of the day. He sniffed the ground nervously, half hoping he would find a familiar scent, half hoping he wouldn't. The urge to take off into the distance and never turn back towards LightningClan's moors shot through him, and when he glanced behind him, he trembled to realise that he couldn't see the moorland through the trees. He shook his head. He could never... No matter how much he felt he no longer belonged there, he couldn't abandon Briartail and Gorsebelly. He couldn't. He felt like such a traitor to his Clan, wandering like this. But was he wandering? How was searching for a missing clanmate disloyal? He's not missing. A mocking voice snarled in his mind. You know exactly where he went. Shaking the evil voice away, Birchspots took a shuddering breath and continued looking. Denial was the only thing that was helping him hold his sanity. Helping him convince himself to stay near the moorland. That he still had a place there. A shape wove between the pine trees, making him freeze. He felt so enclosed here among the thick pines. This was no place for a moor cat. He needed the comfort of open spaces, where he could always see what was coming. The shape was dark brown. Fox? Cat? Demon? Birchspots backed away, flattening his ears. Come on, rabbitheart! You're a warrior! Act like it, you worthless piece of haredung... Birchspots cursed himself, unsheathing his claws. "S-show yourself!" His heart thundered in his ears. In his fear, he confused the scent that brushed his tongue with the scent that he had so desperately searched for, and his fur bristled. "Pebblefang? Is... is that you?" He swallowed. What if it was? What if it wasn't? He didn't know if he'd cry or strike his claws across his muzzle if he saw him again. words: 353 / tags: Hellion BIRCHSPOTS |