Post by owlishdragon11 on Apr 26, 2014 11:15:09 GMT -5
Blood.
There was blood everywhere.
It was pooling on the ground, dripping into her eyes, soaking into her fur. She was dying. From her brother's claws. And Leaffall would die too. Swiftriver would kill him. And she had known who Swiftriver was. And StarClan had told her who Leaffall was. He was Fallen Leaves, an ancient Warrior reborn. She had known what Swiftriver was planning because he had trusted her, and it made her sick. She had done nothing, and Swiftriver had killed her anyways. Killed them both. And at that moment, something snapped in Ashnose's tortured mind.
Ashnose woke up surrounded by white. She was sprawled on the ground, covered in scars, in a strange place. Gradually, it occured to her that the white was fog, and if she only stood up she could see where she was. She got shakily to her feet and looked around. Nothing, just endless fog as far as she could see. It seemed tangible, like it was grabbing onto her soft grey fur, pulling her down. Suddenly Swiftriver's face loomed out of the whiteness, sneering at her mockingly. She screamed and tried to back up but the fog held her in place. Swiftriver purred menacingly and swiped at her with his cruel claws. She staggered to the side at the force of it and fell to the ground. Swiftriver walked closer and closer, growing larger until he seemed the size of the monsters on the Thunderpaths. He grabbed her in one paw, held her down, choked her. The edges of her vision were fading. She couldn't draw in air. Then he was gone, as suddenly as he had appeared. Ashnose took a deep breath and pulled herself to her paws. Then, shivering uncontrollably, she wandered off through the fog, looking for someone to help her.
There was blood everywhere.
It was pooling on the ground, dripping into her eyes, soaking into her fur. She was dying. From her brother's claws. And Leaffall would die too. Swiftriver would kill him. And she had known who Swiftriver was. And StarClan had told her who Leaffall was. He was Fallen Leaves, an ancient Warrior reborn. She had known what Swiftriver was planning because he had trusted her, and it made her sick. She had done nothing, and Swiftriver had killed her anyways. Killed them both. And at that moment, something snapped in Ashnose's tortured mind.
Ashnose woke up surrounded by white. She was sprawled on the ground, covered in scars, in a strange place. Gradually, it occured to her that the white was fog, and if she only stood up she could see where she was. She got shakily to her feet and looked around. Nothing, just endless fog as far as she could see. It seemed tangible, like it was grabbing onto her soft grey fur, pulling her down. Suddenly Swiftriver's face loomed out of the whiteness, sneering at her mockingly. She screamed and tried to back up but the fog held her in place. Swiftriver purred menacingly and swiped at her with his cruel claws. She staggered to the side at the force of it and fell to the ground. Swiftriver walked closer and closer, growing larger until he seemed the size of the monsters on the Thunderpaths. He grabbed her in one paw, held her down, choked her. The edges of her vision were fading. She couldn't draw in air. Then he was gone, as suddenly as he had appeared. Ashnose took a deep breath and pulled herself to her paws. Then, shivering uncontrollably, she wandered off through the fog, looking for someone to help her.