Post by doge on Jan 7, 2023 23:08:24 GMT -6
With his head kept low, in pain, Hollowheart staggered his way into the medicine cat's den. His eyes barely flicked up as he passed through camp; he was abruptly late back to camp compared to his clanmates. Seeming to be the very last to return home, but not without being caked in what was a mix of his own blood and Violetshade’s blood from her last moments. And if killing Violetshade hadn’t been enough, the silver tabby had pursued more in a fight with Littlestream.
She had given him a nasty gash to his stomach that was still bleeding. He groaned with his head pounding in stress as he sat down, dazed, and only still conscious off the filthy adrenaline in his veins. Hollowheart knew he would be fine physically as he noticed Bouncefire coming up to him. Too bad he can’t heal my mind. The body is just a means to an end it seems. Hollowheart thought to himself as ultimately his soul felt crushed now by his own actions coming full circle.
His eyes clenched shut with the stress of having seen Duckpuddle and Sootpelt after fighting Littlestream. The fighting, the wounds, and any sort of meaningful entertainment became a blur the moment he realized she was pregnant and going through labor. His eyes opened briefly before rolling back in dread to even consider the likelihood that she was giving birth and that he was a father to kits, possibly in LichenClan.
Yet, there was no energy to panic and no feelings regarding the pain to make him manic. He was in name as he lived, drowning in a puddle of apathy, cutting corners, and fighting it where he could with his heart. “Just my stomach. I don’t need much else.” He spoke distantly with no urgency. I don’t deserve much else.
She had given him a nasty gash to his stomach that was still bleeding. He groaned with his head pounding in stress as he sat down, dazed, and only still conscious off the filthy adrenaline in his veins. Hollowheart knew he would be fine physically as he noticed Bouncefire coming up to him. Too bad he can’t heal my mind. The body is just a means to an end it seems. Hollowheart thought to himself as ultimately his soul felt crushed now by his own actions coming full circle.
His eyes clenched shut with the stress of having seen Duckpuddle and Sootpelt after fighting Littlestream. The fighting, the wounds, and any sort of meaningful entertainment became a blur the moment he realized she was pregnant and going through labor. His eyes opened briefly before rolling back in dread to even consider the likelihood that she was giving birth and that he was a father to kits, possibly in LichenClan.
Yet, there was no energy to panic and no feelings regarding the pain to make him manic. He was in name as he lived, drowning in a puddle of apathy, cutting corners, and fighting it where he could with his heart. “Just my stomach. I don’t need much else.” He spoke distantly with no urgency. I don’t deserve much else.
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