August 31st, 2023, 01:59 PM
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steal my heart, its yours
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Join Date: Sep 2021
Status: Without You by Citizen Soldier
Gender: Female(she/her)
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Our Blood Is The Same Color...
@elaif
Witherpaw opens her eyes as she claws the dirt under her paws ruthlessly. She silently yawns before glancing about the ThunderClan apprentice den. The dead coldness in her eyes still has not faded since she had seen Spring's dead body. Her mentor took her hunting once after that, but now Venomthorn has been avoiding her lately. That's normal. She tells herself.
The once-clear red-brown fur that made her so different from her family now is dirty and matted. She cringes and starts to carefully smooth it out until it's clean and no longer matted. She lets out a slightly happier sigh, glad that that is now over. Then her tongue rasps over the scar - so kindly gifted from Tomb. She frowns at the memory of the claws digging into her vulnerable skin and she shakes the thought away, only to feel a pair of eyes on her.
Her two-colored half-blind gaze lands on Cracklepaw from across the den. Her heart pounds and she looks away quickly before she does anything else stupid. Has he been watching me the entire time...? She asks herself.
That's when Witherpaw realizes that she's been watching him for the past two moons. She looks away from the intimidating tom and shuffles her paws as she prays to StarClan - wait, I don't believe in StarClan - that he had not caught her gazes.
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