Goldenpaw »
The night was quiet. Goldenpaw lay curled up in his nest, and to any passerby it looked as though he was sleeping. That was, of course, until he jolted to life, fur bristling as he stared with bleary eyes at nothing. He couldn't stop seeing it. The blood on the ground, on his fur, the uneasy stillness, the—the—
He sucked in a breath, heart pounding in his ribcage, and blinked away the memories as best he could. He'd seen dead bodies before, but that was after they'd been prepared to view, not when they'd looked so... dead.
Goldenpaw wrapped his tail around him tighter. All he wanted to do was sleep.