TW-descriptions of d3ath and bl00d Charcoalpaw was still. Almost as still as Flickerpaw’s body, were it not for the twitching of his tail. Charcoalpaw’s paws were red with blood. So were Flickerpaw’s. But he was alive and Flickerpaw’s was not. Charcoal replayed the scene in his head over and over, the exact moment when Fli went limp and the life escaped his body. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice the stream of red flowing from his ear and into his eye, tainting his vision. He killed Flickerpaw. He was a killer. And he was still just an apprentice. But Charcoal didn’t feel guilty, or proud, or anything. If he didn’t feel anything after killing his own clanmate, what did that make him? A monster? At only 10 moons old? He should move. He should do something. He should feel something. Charcoalpaw probably looked insane, standing still as a statue moments after killing someone with the blood running down his pelt. He hadn’t just taken a life. He had taken Flickerpaw’s whole future. Any chance he had of becoming a warrior or even leading the clan, gone in an instant. How would a responsible cat handle this? He didn’t know. For possibly the first time in his life, Charcoalpaw had not a single idea what to do. It was like his mind broke. So, as the blood pooled at his paws, he just stayed still.
Charcoalpaw owned by me Flickerpaw owned by @octoberpaw
