!TW! visions of de-th, descriptions of pain and de-th, wolves •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Rookpaw waited. She waited and waited. The stars came out, peeking from the bl—d-stained sky, as the furious fire sunk into the harrowing black. She waited. For too long. The stars… they looked off. She hadn’t been able to look at them the same after Blissbloom, but still… something was off. Was there… no. No, there couldn’t be. The sky looked more full. Like there was something new up there. No. Oh no, no no no. Not Rosepaw. Not her Nightingale. Rookpaw shot up, fear-stricken eyes shining in the dark. She, with a panicked cry, raced from the camp, heart racing, mind running. Her pulse flew like the wings of a bird. Of the Nightingale. Her Nightingale. Speeding through the moonlit hills and meadows, she let the stars guide her. Take her to a place, darker than the blackest night. Shimmering like water. Thick water… It wasn’t water. It was bl—d. Nightingale’s bl—d. “Rosepaw! Nightingale! Rosepaw!” she screeched, voice tearing through the quiet. Rookpaw raced after the trail, the red crimson slowing her paws, creeping up her fur like a parasite. The smell of wolves filled her mind, her body, her eyes. The wolves. Rosepaw. She… no, her Nightingale was fine. She was okay. This was a mistake. As horrible as it was, the dark and the bl—d got to her mind and made her think it, that she’d rather it be some other cat. Not even prey. Just not her Nightingale. Not Rosepaw. But then she found it. She found the body. “Rosepaw! No! No, Rosepaw, no no no no!” Rookpaw couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t live. The crumpled white-and-red apprentice with a gash of pure crimson flooding onto the grass, her eyes staring blankly at the stars. They flashed with their light, and it was then that Rookpaw knew. Rosepaw was gone. And she would never come back. Nothing could describe the pain and anguish that ripped through the medic. And nothing could describe the sound that left the night silent. It rendered the world empty. Rookpaw’s world was empty. The Wind-chime and Nightingale would never sing again. The Wind-chime and Nightingale were de-d. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• erp Okayyyyy well. @haroldharpy you may have just truly traumatized Rookpaw. Her crush d-ing is uhm pretty bad but uh welp. Yeah :D and so she’ll take the loner quartz and she’ll use them as earrings :3
