Out of body experience, trauma, anxiety, anger, self destructive behaviors. Please be wary reading forward.//
His mind spun since his talk with Yewkit. He didn't know what was left- what was right. His steps were wobbly- he didn't recognize his paws. Too... White. They should be red... They were red, weren't they? He didn't know anymore. His sight blurred as he stared at his paws, obsidian claws digging into the strewn about moss that was a fluffy bed. Rocks left to the side, ones Morningpaw had brought him. Ones he had found.... interesting. He couldn't look at those. He couldn't look at where Yewkit would wrap under his arm, as if she could belong.
She can't belong. Shell never like you again. And he believed it. He didn't know how long he had been sitting here crouched, but it was long enough that the medicine cats had come back, and the sunlight was out of sight. The cave was dim, but not as if Talon could really see well anyways. Not right now.
When he finally shifted, his bones groaned. He felt the popping of his shoulders, of his ankles as they rolled and shifted. He was healed now, but he still felt the skin stretching around the deep scars the kid had left in him. The kid- they were only kids, he was only a kid. But why did he never feel like one? Why couldn't he feel like one? The children of windclan were different. They played, they chased tails, they bit and chewed, and they didn't have what he had to endure. Fear.
As he settled down, finally brushing his belly fur against the moss- sounds began coming back through his numb ears. The static quieted- and small shaky breaths instead replaced it. But they were not his. Blue eye trailed across the den, Dimming's sleeping form- then to Meadowpaws narrow tunnel. His body rejected laying down, instantly pushing up and moving towards it. Slowly, carefully- and when he listened, he realized it was from her.
"Meadow-paw...?" He called, his voice ragged, rough- different just like how he appeared. It cracked, shifted in his tone, unused to the softness it wanted to give. Blue eye lowered, and he slunk into the den, moving to touch his nose gently to her shoulder. It felt foreign, it didn't feel real. "Who hurt ya?" He asked, slowly blinking his eye, pulling back carefully. Hesitantly. You did. You hurt her. But that couldn't be true.. right? he didn't want it to be true.
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Talon he/him, windclan 8 moons old.
black tabby with dark greyish brown undercoat and white underbelly. white crest on chest, and scars lining left side of face, blinding his right eye. icey blue eyes and white that is slowly starting to streak his features. Back scars non-existent for now.
mentored by Merrystalk // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Deidre ↛ deidre on discord, feel free to dm for plots. Art by PurpleCandyCorn.