Rooted in Place (Private) Jul 18, 2020 13:56:27 GMT -6
Post by fallenreaper on Jul 18, 2020 13:56:27 GMT -6
Barkpaw sighed then lifted his head. His eyes glanced over his fresh wounds. For now, they were covered in white, sticky webs thanks to Orchidshade’s skills. Over time, they would turn into scars and become faded memories. The only lasting evidence of his recklessness.
The fight with the marten left a bitter taste in Barkpaw’s mouth as he rested his head on the side of his nest. In his mind’s eye, he remembered everything clear as the present moment. Red edged at the corner of his vision, consuming it in a blazing fury. His teeth snapped down on the base of the marten’s tail drawing a frightened, angry screech. It only appeared to encourage him. His victim thrashed then twisted in his grip, attacking his side viciously through the long fur. Each score along his flank didn’t flare with pain. Adrenaline rushed through his veins enough to numb him to all attacks. Only the sticky, wet sensation that matted his fur indicated wounds being inflicted. It didn’t jar him from his desire to kill the threat.
Only Rowanpath's sharp and furious command did.
The memory made his belly feel sick. On an impulse, he shifted his posture. A fresh wave of pain swelled across his side and rolled across his whole body. A soft cry escaped his muzzle before he clamped his jaws shut. It muffled him into a whimper. His lungs labored with breath as he waited out the unexpected hurt. He could only remember the last time this much pain plagued him, and he had been a stupid kit. Finally, it began to subside, allowing him to relax. His claws released his moss lining before he settled back in.
“I hate this…” He mumbled to himself, expecting Rowanpath or another cat to bring him a fresh kill from the pile.
Word count:200+ | Tags:wolfiedemon | Notes: Don't worry, it only feels worse than it is, lol.