[ cw for depictions of gore / violence ]
The gathering had been nothing short of a mess, of frenzied panic, of accusations, of should bes. She still remembers Merrystalk, remembers his promise to get her home safe. For the second time, she was forced to put her sisters safety in to someone elses paws, despite how much she wanted to sprint and find her baby sister in the crowd. She can only hope that this time goes better than the last. Something uncomfortable, dread-like, a scream rises in her throat as she hurries along in to camp with the rest of them.
Though the ghost of a touch should be long gone now that they've reached camp, her tail still does not leave Roosters side, determined to keep both him and herself grounded. "What the hell was that?" she breathes, collecting herself. When her eyes flutter shut for a quick blink, she could still see-
Pearls digging into soft skin, blood welling… The sickening rend of flesh from skin, muscle from bone. The spray of blood, Hawkstars attempt at a departure following it. She can't imagine the stains on the boulder. Oh, Stars, her stomach churns uncomfortably in its confines, her mouth waters, a telltale sign of… Eugh. "Where is my sister?" she asks to no one in particular, her tone slightly panicked despite the demand, eyes fluttering over each body that had attended the gathering.. She steps closer to Rooster, fur still prickling alongside her back, fur still raised along her tail. "Where is Dustystar!? N' Goldenroar!?"
The gathering had been nothing short of a mess, of frenzied panic, of accusations, of should bes. She still remembers Merrystalk, remembers his promise to get her home safe. For the second time, she was forced to put her sisters safety in to someone elses paws, despite how much she wanted to sprint and find her baby sister in the crowd. She can only hope that this time goes better than the last. Something uncomfortable, dread-like, a scream rises in her throat as she hurries along in to camp with the rest of them.
Though the ghost of a touch should be long gone now that they've reached camp, her tail still does not leave Roosters side, determined to keep both him and herself grounded. "What the hell was that?" she breathes, collecting herself. When her eyes flutter shut for a quick blink, she could still see-
Pearls digging into soft skin, blood welling… The sickening rend of flesh from skin, muscle from bone. The spray of blood, Hawkstars attempt at a departure following it. She can't imagine the stains on the boulder. Oh, Stars, her stomach churns uncomfortably in its confines, her mouth waters, a telltale sign of… Eugh. "Where is my sister?" she asks to no one in particular, her tone slightly panicked despite the demand, eyes fluttering over each body that had attended the gathering.. She steps closer to Rooster, fur still prickling alongside her back, fur still raised along her tail. "Where is Dustystar!? N' Goldenroar!?"
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the gathering patrol is back yay!! tagging @ROOSTERTUFT since she lead him back
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NUTMEGPURR ♡
( gale guard of windclan )❥ a tall cinnamon tortie with curled ears & pink-brown eyes; well-muscled & fluffy
❥ mentoring n/a
❥ sister to meadowpaw & peafowlpaw
❥ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
❥ penned by chuff
"speech"