Less Depresso, More Mud-spresso [p]

[Blaaze]

◇ Flashpaw
◇ The Lost Melody ◇
Purrks: The Collector
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Green hues stared blankly at the back wall of the apprentices den. Flashpaw showed no sign of life other than her breathing. She wasn’t hungry, wasn’t tired, but was starving and exhausting. Hollowly, she sighed slightly. Fur was rumpled, expression blank and raw. Blinking, she shifted in her nest, turning away from the back wall. She wished she could just die. Just die, make the pain go away, make the pang of loss ease. Let the intense agony her dear mentor must have felt fall onto the ginger feline’s shoulders. She wanted to go home. That made no sense. Shadowclan had been her home for what? 9, 10 moons now? This was home. But it didn’t feel like home. It felt empty and cold and dark and scary. Flashpaw hadn’t left the den all day. It was evening. But The Lost Melody was afraid to face her clanmates. Afraid of everything. The bravery she had felt if only for a Moment when faced with her assassin was long gone. After a moment, her eyes were watering again. Stop. Crying. Please. But it was so hard, so, so hard. So she let it out for a moment, regained her composure, and tried to fall asleep. When was the last time she had slept? Too long. Silverlark’s name felt like a slap to the face. Like claws grasping her heart and lungs and ripping them apart. So she tried not to think about him. But it was impossible.
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@Dolomedes [Muddypaw]

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