How The Cold Tides Turned

[Doom]

❄ Coldsong ❄

It had been many seasons since Coldsong left WindClan. Since then, he's tried hard not to look back on that day, but the trauma held onto him like a pesky burr nestled deep in his mind. 'Oh boohoo, I'm Coldsong, I left my Clan because everybody bullied me when I spoke my mind. I'm so sad, I lost my beautiful tail. Nobody loves me. I should just disappear.' Foxhearts - all of them! They beat him up and threatened him to stay quiet about it. They were the ones that crushed his spirit and proceeded to do nothing as he carried the weight of his pathetic Clan. Nobody appreciated him. Nobody loved him. Nobody cared that he worked his tail off (literally) to save his Clan from coyotes and carry them to safety. Oh, how he loathed them all. If only he could beat them up and threaten their lives to keep quiet about it.

Alas, he was stuck wandering these dreadful unmarked zones. What a meaningless life he lived.

Coldsong's blood boiled as he stomped through the woods, claws twitching at his intrusive thoughts. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up... His pelt heated and his brows furrowed as the thoughts grew louder in his mind. His back arched and he pawed at his ears in an attempt to block out the noise, but it was no use. The familiar sounds of the forest died out and his vision went white.

A bloodcurdling yowl escaped his lungs, startling every bird and creature around him.

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The dark apprentice had been taking a walk…alone, his mind wandering to other worlds full of his worries and struggles. His mind just went to Cloudykit and Lotuspaw. They both stood up for what they thought, and Bushpaw couldn’t help but think of what could happen to them if they went any further. Cloudykit was already hurt, well- much more than hurt. And he couldn’t do anything. He sighed, before looking up at the sky, taking in the sights, when he heard the yowl of a cat, and it wasn’t any warrior of Thunderclan. He felt his blood go cold as his mind started racing, and he backed up, trying to think of ways to escape.

And yet, a sharp feeling came to his pads as he heard a cracking sound from below him, and he could feel the hot tears come to his eyes. He started to step back, and then some more, until he turned around and started running. He didn’t remember where Thunderclan camp was, he just needed to leave, but felt his energy weaken, and he eventually gasped and groaned, staring at the ground, his tears blurring his vision. He didn’t get much from Starclan, not even from himself. But he promised to both of those things, and it was that he could somehow, some way, be able to see his friends, his family. Lotuspaw, Mistpaw, Cloudykit, Larkfrost, Softpaw, and Cinderpaw. He just prayed, he’ll see them again, as he couldn’t move a step further.

( @Fae )