Post by BlooRey DVD on Jul 21, 2018 18:47:30 GMT -5
HERONDIVE
Her mind buzzed, yet not a thought emerged coherent to her. She just... Existed in a numbed state of nothing. Nothing, except the dull sting in her shoulder, from where she'd muzzle-planted into the stones early that morning. Spiderheart's cobweb bandage still held fast to her fur, a miracle considering the state in which she'd found the nest he'd built her. She could barely recall how she'd gotten there; she only remembered running. Desperation had burned her throat raw as she sought to escape something that lived entirely in her mind.
Her mind, and the shattered pieces of her heart.
Whispers of the dream, no the nightmare, returned to her, and she could feel herself drowning all over again. Tears stung her eyes, a burning she'd long since grown accustomed to. She wanted to crawl into a hole, one she'd never be forced to reemerge from. But when had hiding from her problems ever worked? When had anything she'd ever done worked?
Spiderheart had said something about getting her friends. Did she have friends anymore? With the way she'd behaved since Falconst-
The name alone forced a thorn through her heart, her shoulders sagging as though unable to support her weight. Her features contorted in the beginning of a sob, and the cream and white warrioress buried her claws into the ground in a desperate fight to contain it. She was hidden from view of the camp, but certainly not out of earshot. Even the slightest of sounds would alert the camp guards, and the last thing she wanted was to face someone in her current state.
She didn't want to face her friends.
Afraid of their disappointment. Afraid of their resentment.
Yet, what else did she deserve? All she'd done was shut them out. Even when she'd been walking on air, she'd been so focused on keeping her secret that she'd involuntarily turned from them. Now her secret was dead, and what did she have to show for it? A broken heart, and broken friendships.
She didn't look up at the approach of pawsteps, though somewhere she registered three sets as a masculine voice murmured quietly. "I don't think she's ready to come back yet... I'll tell Smokestorm you're going hunting together, so don't worry. Just... Just take care of her."
They probably don't even want to talk to me.
Her mind, and the shattered pieces of her heart.
Whispers of the dream, no the nightmare, returned to her, and she could feel herself drowning all over again. Tears stung her eyes, a burning she'd long since grown accustomed to. She wanted to crawl into a hole, one she'd never be forced to reemerge from. But when had hiding from her problems ever worked? When had anything she'd ever done worked?
Spiderheart had said something about getting her friends. Did she have friends anymore? With the way she'd behaved since Falconst-
The name alone forced a thorn through her heart, her shoulders sagging as though unable to support her weight. Her features contorted in the beginning of a sob, and the cream and white warrioress buried her claws into the ground in a desperate fight to contain it. She was hidden from view of the camp, but certainly not out of earshot. Even the slightest of sounds would alert the camp guards, and the last thing she wanted was to face someone in her current state.
She didn't want to face her friends.
Afraid of their disappointment. Afraid of their resentment.
Yet, what else did she deserve? All she'd done was shut them out. Even when she'd been walking on air, she'd been so focused on keeping her secret that she'd involuntarily turned from them. Now her secret was dead, and what did she have to show for it? A broken heart, and broken friendships.
She didn't look up at the approach of pawsteps, though somewhere she registered three sets as a masculine voice murmured quietly. "I don't think she's ready to come back yet... I'll tell Smokestorm you're going hunting together, so don't worry. Just... Just take care of her."
They probably don't even want to talk to me.
warrior of stoneclan
Note: 36 moons