MARBLE OF SHADOWCLAN
After the chaos, after the battle, after finding this camp... Marble finally had a moment to breathe. But her mind refused to settle, soaring relentlessly from one thought to another. What would happen to Seal now that her mother was gone? The kit couldn't be left without someone to care for her. Was Possum okay? He was alive, but... what exactly had happened? How many had been hurt? Was all this destruction born from the tension within the camp?
Sleep was an impossibility. Not even the briefest rest came to her. With a gentle nuzzle to Seal and a pleading glance toward Flame, who had nestled nearby, she slipped quietly out of their resting place. The flame point tom took her spot beside the young kit, his presence a silent reassurance as Marble stepped into the cool night.
She inhaled deeply, the crisp air doing little to calm the whirlwind in her chest. Her ears twitched as she scanned the camp, taking in its eerie stillness. This was to be their home now. Sable was no longer just Sable; he was Sablestar. And Hawthorne... Hawthorne was dead. The reality felt surreal, as if it were a dream she could not wake from.
How could she find sleep when her thoughts spiraled like this? Everything from that day blurred together. She barely understood what had transpired. Her brother had guided her to a safe place, where she'd stayed to protect the kits as chaos reigned outside. Then, he had dragged her away, urging her to follow their family, which meant leave behind others.
She had seen the bodies. She had seen Seal's mother lying lifeless among them. Her heart twisted painfully at the memory.
What had caused this? What could possibly justify such bloodshed? A shiver ran down her spine as she wrapped her plumy tail tightly around her paws, her gaze fixed on the night sky. The stars above shimmered in quiet indifference, offering no answers. Marble closed her eyes, willing the questions to silence themselves—if only for a moment.
Sleep was an impossibility. Not even the briefest rest came to her. With a gentle nuzzle to Seal and a pleading glance toward Flame, who had nestled nearby, she slipped quietly out of their resting place. The flame point tom took her spot beside the young kit, his presence a silent reassurance as Marble stepped into the cool night.
She inhaled deeply, the crisp air doing little to calm the whirlwind in her chest. Her ears twitched as she scanned the camp, taking in its eerie stillness. This was to be their home now. Sable was no longer just Sable; he was Sablestar. And Hawthorne... Hawthorne was dead. The reality felt surreal, as if it were a dream she could not wake from.
How could she find sleep when her thoughts spiraled like this? Everything from that day blurred together. She barely understood what had transpired. Her brother had guided her to a safe place, where she'd stayed to protect the kits as chaos reigned outside. Then, he had dragged her away, urging her to follow their family, which meant leave behind others.
She had seen the bodies. She had seen Seal's mother lying lifeless among them. Her heart twisted painfully at the memory.
What had caused this? What could possibly justify such bloodshed? A shiver ran down her spine as she wrapped her plumy tail tightly around her paws, her gaze fixed on the night sky. The stars above shimmered in quiet indifference, offering no answers. Marble closed her eyes, willing the questions to silence themselves—if only for a moment.
GO ON AND TRY TO TEAR ME DOWN ——･ﾟ✦
･ﾟ✦ —— I WILL BE RISING FROM THE GROUNDooc: open to anyone who wants to have a chat in the cool night air
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