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They know this isn't right, isn't how things are meant to go. Even their own shepherd looks at them with a waver in her eye unbecoming of someone of her status. Their own god has deemed them an unworthy offering, and now they are left to pick up the pieces of a life spent waiting. They fit into this strange place poorly, all their jagged edges made harsh by the revealing glare of sunlight. They do not like to play or talk, they startle like a flighty bird when approached. They are not meant for this sort of life, they were raised for another.
And again, they are trapped. Once, not long ago, their world was the walls of a termite-eaten building with multicolored light filtering through cracked windows. Now, their world is a clearing and a burrow. The journey between was long, and now they know, in a way they could not before, how wide it all is. Hills stretching endlessly, a sky that could swallow them whole. They are restless. How long before their new keepers tire of them? They will be allowed to see the outside again soon, they all say. Promises, promises. They've had a taste of snapping the threads fate, escaping the life laid before them and now there is a hunger growing within.
The adults yell at one another, come from the far-away with pelts stained red. It makes the child restless. They have smelled that iron tang before, and they know that raised voices mean nothing good. Is this place truly so different...?
The night after the commotion, they do not sleep. It is a common occurrence, and not worthy of note. They slip from the nursery-burrow, sneak towards the edges of the starlit clearing. Then, they run. On light, quiet paws, they make a break for the beyond, no destination in mind beyond that feeling of seeing something they never had before, of defying what was set out for them. Andrenaline rushes in their ears, mingling with the howling song of the wind. Maybe they'll try to find their way back home.
...Something deep in their chest whispers that they don't want that, either. That place was never truly home.
They just want to keep running, and never stop.
And again, they are trapped. Once, not long ago, their world was the walls of a termite-eaten building with multicolored light filtering through cracked windows. Now, their world is a clearing and a burrow. The journey between was long, and now they know, in a way they could not before, how wide it all is. Hills stretching endlessly, a sky that could swallow them whole. They are restless. How long before their new keepers tire of them? They will be allowed to see the outside again soon, they all say. Promises, promises. They've had a taste of snapping the threads fate, escaping the life laid before them and now there is a hunger growing within.
The adults yell at one another, come from the far-away with pelts stained red. It makes the child restless. They have smelled that iron tang before, and they know that raised voices mean nothing good. Is this place truly so different...?
The night after the commotion, they do not sleep. It is a common occurrence, and not worthy of note. They slip from the nursery-burrow, sneak towards the edges of the starlit clearing. Then, they run. On light, quiet paws, they make a break for the beyond, no destination in mind beyond that feeling of seeing something they never had before, of defying what was set out for them. Andrenaline rushes in their ears, mingling with the howling song of the wind. Maybe they'll try to find their way back home.
...Something deep in their chest whispers that they don't want that, either. That place was never truly home.
They just want to keep running, and never stop.
OOC // takes place after the skyclan skirmish! nameless is attempting to sneak out of camp. anyone is free to catch them, they're not getting far ^^;
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