{$title} TW; mentions of injury & blood below! A fight with a raccoon and winded up in windclan!
The world narrowed into the ragged snarl of the raccoon, and claws thrashed wildly in the air. Talon let out a ugly snarl as white hot pain burst across his face, teeth snapping in the pain that was worse than hunger in his belly. Something wet and warm trailed down his darkened cheeks, paws staggering back in a clumsy attempt to escape. Shapes warped and shadows fractured, his vision shredding into chaos of dizziness. The air smelled of fur and blood, the dirt that black claws dug into for any grip of his fractured reality.
As he staggered forward, dizziness warping his mind, the trees elongated, stretched around him. Every rustle of leaves threatened of danger- his fur on end as he felt bushes pull and tug at his pelt. The once familiar path of the little spot in the forest he called home became a swirling maze. Every step was a guess, every sound an echo turning into something he couldnt trust.
His head pounded, and the shadows of the forest dissipated to streaks of brightness as the woods began to thin, and then, stretched out to miles and miles of moor. He felt unsafe even in the openness, when his failed vision could see almost everything around him. his heart still pounded in his chest.
Thudding.
it was the only thing he could hear as blood swept over his face- his vision half of what it used to be. If his face wasn't smeared in blood, maybe, perhaps he could smell the scents of other cats. But instead, he continued forward. He didn't really care where he went, just away. Away from sounds, dangers. But his mind slowly drifted, and his paws felt like they could no longer support his weight. And he found himself collapsing into his own weight, crumpling to the ground finally.
When other cats would find him, he wouldn't smell of other cats- those he moved with were long gone. But a mix of raccoon from the fur snagged underneath his claws- and the piney sap where he resided. His breath rasped from a slightly open muzzle- struggling. Gasping in a gurgled breath, one blue eye fighting to stay conscious.
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