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The wrath of God lies sleeping. —— . ･ﾟ☾
It was hid a million years before men were and only men have power to wake it.
Hollowmumble's paws ached. She had been out all day, exhausting herself while searching the plains for any scrap of prey. Thankfully, her dedication brought her success, as she dragged a large rabbit into camp. While thin from winter, pelt thick and fuzzy, it would make a good meal for a great many cats. That was all she really wanted.
She had no plans to stay put, however. After dropping off the rabbit, she would flee to the outsides of camp again, wandering onto the territory to spend the rest of the day. The camp made her paws jitter. The cats inside made her heart squeeze. It had only gotten slightly better, since her talk with Merrystalk, but she still struggled to find her place in all of this. To be allowed to exist in the Windclan camp.
Pushed along by the urgency to get out of there, after she dropped the rabbit, she backed up quite quickly, planning to turn and trot out, but instead she felt her back hit someone else. Jostled and caught off guard, she flinched and turned to see who she had bumped into, apology lost on her tongue when she laid eyes upon Talonpaw. It was instinctive, when she saw the looming black tabby. His words from the patrol assignment echoing in her mind. Survival of the fittest. Violence, laid bare before her. The uncaring and unsympathetic of the world, right in front of her.
Pitterings of guilt rose up for a brief second, remembering what she had said to him, young and inexperienced. They were crushed in a second. She wondered, for a brief moment, if she broke her leg in some freak accident, if Talonpaw would vote to eject her from the clan, no longer able to hunt and provide for everyone else? Survival of the fittest.
Her teeth bared, her face hardened into a nasty glare without her permission, without her realization. It was instinctive. Survival of the fittest.
She had no plans to stay put, however. After dropping off the rabbit, she would flee to the outsides of camp again, wandering onto the territory to spend the rest of the day. The camp made her paws jitter. The cats inside made her heart squeeze. It had only gotten slightly better, since her talk with Merrystalk, but she still struggled to find her place in all of this. To be allowed to exist in the Windclan camp.
Pushed along by the urgency to get out of there, after she dropped the rabbit, she backed up quite quickly, planning to turn and trot out, but instead she felt her back hit someone else. Jostled and caught off guard, she flinched and turned to see who she had bumped into, apology lost on her tongue when she laid eyes upon Talonpaw. It was instinctive, when she saw the looming black tabby. His words from the patrol assignment echoing in her mind. Survival of the fittest. Violence, laid bare before her. The uncaring and unsympathetic of the world, right in front of her.
Pitterings of guilt rose up for a brief second, remembering what she had said to him, young and inexperienced. They were crushed in a second. She wondered, for a brief moment, if she broke her leg in some freak accident, if Talonpaw would vote to eject her from the clan, no longer able to hunt and provide for everyone else? Survival of the fittest.
Her teeth bared, her face hardened into a nasty glare without her permission, without her realization. It was instinctive. Survival of the fittest.
Hell ain't half full. Hear me.
☾･ﾟ. —— Ye Carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land.
Ye'll wake more than the dogs.
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WARRIOR OF WINDCLAN
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She/Her
44 moons old, ages on the 14th.
Relative to nobody, mentor to nobody.
penned by Lassie