{$title} TW for mentions of gore + death
CROWPAW ──
shadowclan | apprentice
Walking briskly across the hardened earth, Crow follows the vague scent of pine needles and tree sap. Their tiny body moves past the tree line like a shadow, silent save for the occasional rumble of their empty stomach. Watchful, wild eyes glance to and fro, constantly checking behind their shoulder, and their fur is pointing every which way, having had no time to clean even the steadily-drying blood that stains it. The first humble rays of sun appear as dawn colors the sky a shade of pinkish blue, weaving between the trees as the stars disappear from the sky. Finally, they have reached the forest; finally, they can rest.
Finding a thicket to conceal him, Crow rushes underneath it, tiny limbs pushing past leaves and twigs. His tail lashes back and forth from the panicked adrenaline as he stares back the way he came. He hasn't heard anything in a while now, but that hasn't stopped his heart from pounding in his fear-filled chest at all. His 'ma said it'd be safe here... was he... the only one who made it?
He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the pit in his stomach that's weighing him down, but it's no use. What's the point in hoping, anyway? He saw it. He saw the way that those fanged beasts had taken her and several of his siblings away. New tears spring to his silvery eyes as the sound of ripping flesh echoes in his ears, spilling down his face next to already dried streaks of flattened fur.
In-between sniffles and hiccups of grief, Crow suddenly smells the approach of other cats, cutting through the stench of death and dirt that clings to her pelt. Her eyes snap in the direction it's coming from, and for a split second, her eyes meet those of another feline. She snaps her head back behind the cover of the thicket.
No, no, no- she'd been so focused on keeping away from those canine killers that she couldn't even notice anything else around her... she hisses as the smell of cats gets closer, one shining, tear-filled eye glaring out through the cover of leaves. Her clumped fur raises as best it can, making her small body look slightly bigger, though it's hardly anywhere near enough to look intimidating to a full-grown cat. Claws dig into the dirt beneath her, anchoring her trembling bones...
Finding a thicket to conceal him, Crow rushes underneath it, tiny limbs pushing past leaves and twigs. His tail lashes back and forth from the panicked adrenaline as he stares back the way he came. He hasn't heard anything in a while now, but that hasn't stopped his heart from pounding in his fear-filled chest at all. His 'ma said it'd be safe here... was he... the only one who made it?
He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the pit in his stomach that's weighing him down, but it's no use. What's the point in hoping, anyway? He saw it. He saw the way that those fanged beasts had taken her and several of his siblings away. New tears spring to his silvery eyes as the sound of ripping flesh echoes in his ears, spilling down his face next to already dried streaks of flattened fur.
In-between sniffles and hiccups of grief, Crow suddenly smells the approach of other cats, cutting through the stench of death and dirt that clings to her pelt. Her eyes snap in the direction it's coming from, and for a split second, her eyes meet those of another feline. She snaps her head back behind the cover of the thicket.
No, no, no- she'd been so focused on keeping away from those canine killers that she couldn't even notice anything else around her... she hisses as the smell of cats gets closer, one shining, tear-filled eye glaring out through the cover of leaves. Her clumped fur raises as best it can, making her small body look slightly bigger, though it's hardly anywhere near enough to look intimidating to a full-grown cat. Claws dig into the dirt beneath her, anchoring her trembling bones...
blow a kiss at the methane skies
- ooc: here they are finally, feel free to be the cat that saw them!! interrogate them, try to comfort them, anything is fine!!
- "speaking" | thinking | action