[SSakii]

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PebbleSplash

RiverClan
~A beautiful scarred white mollie, pale gray and ginger torbie markings with blue eyes~

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You’re welcome, you Taylor swift fans.
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| @poppy. |
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PebbleSplash left camp one snowy morning, tired and unmotivated, like usual… She had come to the conclusion that she had managed to destroy everything that mattered to her… Her lovely friends like NightSpark and LarkStar… Her sweet daughter, BirdSnow, who she couldn’t be more proud of… And worst of all, the she-cat hated herself… There was not a single cat that liked her. That was how she felt, at least… Those were her beliefs, her opinions, her feelings…

Although it was recommended she stayed in camp, the beautiful mollie needed to clear her head… This had become the most common occurrence… Wake up, walk, hunt, eat, walk, sleep, repeat… She was more useless than a newborn kit, because at least a kit would grow with time… Pebblesplash wouldn’t be changing anytime soon. She was getting old, and aged without wisdom, without worth, without reason. She doesn’t have a reason…

This all started when she lost her first true love, SnowLeap… The amazing father of BirdSnow, and the former leader of RiverClan… Ever since the tom went missing, PebbleSplash selfishly lost herself… She felt embarrassed… Embarrassed about how BirdSnow could move on and accomplish something great, while the once beloved torbie mollie withered away like a thornless rose…

She walks along the river bank, peeking into the river to look at herself… The cat that looks back at her is ugly, disgusting, lost all its beauty… As the mollie stares at her own reflection, she can’t help but pity those around her… Those that wanted to be around her… And those that watched as Pebblesplash prioritized self-pity rather than the world around her…

She shakes her head, denying the fact that this was all her fault… She was just sad, that was it… Lightness was coming… Right? She had waited almost 9 moons for things to get better for her, and nothing has changed… Nothing was going to change if Pebblesplash herself couldn’t change… Still, she continues to flee from herself, tears in her eyes as her paws slam against the forest floor.

 

She steps on a stick… It cracks…

She steps on a rock… Her pad cracks…

And with blood pouring out, she steps on a wire…

And it snaps around her neck, holding her tight with such force that it made her attempts at holding her life together look pathetic… However, she didn’t scream, she didn’t try to escape… She was caught in a fox trap… PebbleSplash knows she’s going to die, but she tries to control her airflow so she has longer to live… She wasn’t leaving without saying goodbye…

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