The Sins Of A Mother's Love [Short Story]

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Rosesight
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Deadly Dancer ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
She/They/It | Warrior | 28 moons | Thunderclan
``How Would The Hunter Handle Becoming The Prey I Wonder..``

Purrks: Dreamwalker [INACTIVE] Killer Aptitude (T1) [INACTIVE]

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TW: This character frequently deals with themes of trauma, PTSD, self-hate, anxiety and depression, proceed with caution!

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CW: Gore, Mutilation, Manipulation, Kit Death, Self-Hatred

I was
Rosesight's eyes opened as she was surrounded by the lake. No no no no no... please not again...
Trapped in that nightmare
The small, tan kit with high white and stare dotting his pelt walked up, a grim expression on his brow. Rosesight backed up, tears forming. Please... no.. not this. The tan kit padded forward, an expressionless, detested expression on his maw. "Hello Mother."
shaking
Rosesight backed up, tears forming as she felt her legs collapse on her, forcing her down as if gravity itself despised her. Please.. she couldn't handle more.. Her own brother killing her kits.. and one of those very kits blaming her for their death.. then there was flintclaw, her best friend, her only friend- and he despised her. A cruel smile formed on her own kits brow, as he sat up on his hind paws, placing a rose in her fur. "It was all your fault mother."
trembling
Blood. The taste of blood rushed unto her mouth, as her crimson eyes widened as her own kit before her stood there, eyes dead and callous as blood dripped out of his mouth, his intestines dragged on the starry ground below. "I'm dead because of you mother. Because you were a coward."
afraid
Rosesight fell to her paws, curling up as she began sobbing, her own kit whispering the words she repeated in her own mind. She was a selfish killer. She ran away from thunderclan on her own to kill her own brother and she couldn't even save her own kits. A smile formed on the tan kits face as he placed a paw on her head gently, soothingly as she looked up.
scared
Her own kit, blood dripping from his eyes and mouth, smiling down at her with ever cruel intent.
"And he hates you for it."
the words cut like a knife, surrounded in velvet, wrapped in gentle honey.
my nightmare didnt
With a gasp, rosesight blasted awake, claws unsheathed and eyes wide, ears pinned and fur splayed every which way. And there, at the entrance of the den
happen just once
Sat Tansykit.

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