Claws Stained in Crimson {P}

[Star]

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Silentpaw
Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with heather blue eyes and a short fluffy tail. He usually has multiple herbs neatly tucked inside his fur.
He/Him | 12 Moons| + every 1st | ShadowClan Medicine Cat Apprentice | Silent, emotionless, and anti-social.
[ #SilentMCA ]

Purrks:
Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active] • Agatha Kitty [Permanently Active] • Katty Krueger [INACTIVE]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

Red. Red everywhere. Red in his vision, red on his claws. Red on the throats of everyone he walked past. He didn't have a specific goal. He didn't have anywhere to go. He was going wherever his paws took him. It had been a while since he began pacing around camp. But eventually, he found himself lingering near a certain warrior. He was still shaking, eyes full of raw panic despite him trying his hardest to make them look neutral.

"St-" He needed to tell someone. He needed to. But.

He just killed someone. He killed someone. In a damn dream. How he did it, he didn't know. But there were blood on his claws when he woke. Nobody would want to hear him talk about how he killed a cat. But he spoke anyways.

"Stemstone. I-" Silentpaw choked out, refusing to meet the warrior's gaze. Wherever that was. "Need to... Tell... You something-" Breathe, Silentpaw, breathe.

But the red. The red was too much.

{ @Luna16 - Stemstone!! }

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[Luna16]

Stemstone's attention was immediately grabbed when he noticed Silentpaw bolting out of the medicine den, he looked like his tail was on fire or something. Now he was acting like his paws were swarming with red ants...what was eating at him? Concerned, Stemstone watched Silentpaw closely, but he was surprised when the tom came to him. Surprised, but serious. The cream tom knew Silentpaw well enough to know this must be some serious dung for him to be acting this way.

Stemstone nodded touching his muzzle briefly to Silentpaw's cheek. "'S alright, friend. Breath." He mewed softly, rising to his paws. Tense, Stemstone glanced around to ensure they weren't drawing any additional attention. This seemed like it needed to be said in private. "Let's go for a walk, eh? Maybe see what herbs we can find?" He gave Silentpaw a meaningful look, hoping that he understood that Stemstone was giving them an out. Stemstone was a warrior now, there would be nothing with a warrior accompanying the medicine cat apprentice to search for herbs.

The cream tom turned, assuming Silentpaw would acknowledge the idea, and led the tom out of the camp. Once they were far enough, Stemstone stepped off the usual path and into the shadows of the trees. Gesturing with his tail for Silentpaw to follow. "What's up?" He asked, his tone serious despite his casual phrasing. His gaze meeting Silentpaw's steadily.

@Star - Silentpaw!!

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Silentpaw
Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with heather blue eyes and a short fluffy tail. He usually has multiple herbs neatly tucked inside his fur.
He/Him | 12 Moons| + every 1st | ShadowClan Medicine Cat Apprentice | Silent, emotionless, and anti-social.
[ #SilentMCA ]

Purrks:
Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active] • Agatha Kitty [Permanently Active] • Katty Krueger [INACTIVE]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

Breathe. Right. Silentpaw almost wanted to laugh at Stemstone's concern. He couldn't believe it was the same cat who'd used to jab and jeer at him at every chance he got. But he couldn't possibly ask for any more. He was grateful to have a friend like him.

Outside. Good. The camp felt too confined at the moment. With a quick nod, the medic apprentice followed the warrior out of camp, staying relatively silent. "Relatively", because his shaky breathing probably was loud enough to startle mice.

'What's up?'

Silentpaw stared down at his paws, pretending to search the ground for herbs before his paws began to tremble slightly again. He was rethinking his choices. He shouldn't tell Stemstone. Stemstone was a loyal warrior. And he... Well, he apparently was not. Stemstone would not hesitate to rat him out. He'd get demoted, or worse, exiled. ShadowClan didn't nurture killers. But nonetheless, he found his mouth moving.

"... I killed someone." He held back tears. He'd wished death upon Firebloom so many times, but now that it had happened in his claws, he prayed to the StarClan he didn't believe in that she was alive.

((Good news for you, Silentpaw, she's alive.))

{ @Luna16 - Stemstone!! }

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