ꜰʟɪɢʜᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙɪʀᴅ // ꜱᴀɴᴅꜰʟɪᴄᴋᴇʀ ꜱʀᴘ

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(TW: Insanity [ie. Repeating sentences many times], incoherent thoughts, mentions of d3ath and falling, caps) ᴡʜᴏ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟʏ? Sandflicker felt a tugging. Not again. Not /again/. She had been here before and it had taken her to the roses and to old faces and darkness and insanity and oh stars, she couldn't go back there, SANDFLICKER COULD NOT GO BACK THERE. (ꜰʟʏ, ᴡʜʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰʟʏ?) Sandflicker never thought, never never never thought, that they would be scared to watch the grass slip away. The stars, the stars, the stars they were going and Sandflicker wouldn't go couldn't go but was forced to go. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰʟᴀᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ. And nyx was soaring and soaring and the air ruffled ̷n̷̷y̷̷x̷'̷s̷ ̷f̷̷e̷a̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷r̷̷s̷ what feathers? Sandflicker had no feathers. But they were flying and maybe the roses weren't coming for them after all maybe not maybe not they couldn't they couldn't not again. And the air was gone from the feathers and ̷S̷a̷̷n̷̷d̷̷f̷̷l̷̷i̷̷c̷̷k̷̷e̷̷r̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷ ̷F̷̷A̷̷L̷̷L̷̷I̷̷N̷̷G̷. (ᴛʀʏ, ᴛʀʏ, ᴛʀʏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ.) Pain. Stabbing. Stabbing like the roses, and oh stars /not the roses/ not the roses. Not stabbing. Not stabbing? Not stabbing. Not a stabbing pain but like being slammed how did Sandflicker know what being slammed into the ground felt like? ̷M̷a̷̷y̷̷b̷̷e̷ ̷b̷̷e̷̷c̷a̷̷u̷̷s̷̷e̷ ̷s̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷HAD b̷̷e̷̷e̷̷n̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷r̷̷o̷̷w̷̷n̷ ̷i̷̷n̷̷t̷̷o̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷g̷̷r̷̷o̷̷u̷̷n̷̷d̷. Not possible and then why did it smell like citrus and grass and why did they recognize that smell more than anything more than their own reflection more than their own memories? ɢʀᴀᴠɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴇꜰʏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴀʀ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʀʏ. And then the face but that face couldn't be here that face was dead, but where was here? Because Hum was dead Hum was gone her best friend her truest friend her kindest friend was dead and KILLED BY URCHINCLAN and Hum would want her to forgive but that wasn't an option because THE LESSONS. And Sandflicker coughed, and how could that be? How could that possibly be true because they were a dead bird and dead birds dont cough and breathe and /smell flowers/ and oh stars, the flowers were /fireweed/ because oh Hum that was why but why was Sandflicker back here a̷̷t̷ ̷l̷̷e̷a̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷i̷̷t̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷r̷̷o̷̷s̷̷e̷̷s̷. ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ? (ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ?) ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟɪɢʜᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙɪʀᴅ? (ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟɪɢʜᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙɪʀᴅ?) So luna wasn't a dead bird but Hum was a dead bird and poor Hum and luna hated that war and wanted to /kill/ all of Urchinclan but no luna loved Hum and wouldn't. But they pushed themself to a sit. Flurryclan. And then her mind became shockingly clear. They were back. She had a glowing aura. And... they had feathers? a̷̷t̷ ̷l̷̷e̷a̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷i̷̷t̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷r̷̷o̷̷s̷̷e̷̷s̷a̷̷t̷ ̷l̷̷e̷a̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷i̷̷t̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷r̷̷o̷̷s̷̷e̷̷s̷a̷̷t̷ ̷l̷̷e̷a̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷i̷̷t̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷r̷̷o̷̷s̷̷e̷̷s̷a̷̷t̷ ̷l̷̷e̷a̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷i̷̷t̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷r̷̷o̷̷s̷̷e̷̷s̷a̷̷t̷ ̷l̷̷e̷a̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷i̷̷t̷ ̷w̷a̷̷s̷̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷r̷̷o̷̷s̷̷e̷̷s̷