BEACH IS THE WATCHER THATS TOTALLY WHAT IM TITALING THIS UH- A beachbee srp again (unless she gets caught-) ____________________________________________ WARNING! THE FOLLOWING SRP CONTAINS PANIC, FEAR, AND KETCHUP! ALSO OOFING! SORRY ILL MAKE A HAPPY BEACH SRP LATER LOL That day everything was hard. Hardly any prey. Hardly any reason. No Cara. Not enough. Not enough sunshine. And the storm clouds and streaks of red later brought made it all wrong. But later was later. Now is now. So we'll tell the story of what two eyes saw, two grey eyes with bright white shines on them, to dark eyes which stared hopelessly at what she could not control. This is Beach's side. I'm sure you didn't expect to see it; who would? Bee shouldn't of seen any of that. None of it was hers to see, hers to watch. She wished she didn't. She had never really liked her sister Butterfly, but Butterfly was her sister. Beach didn't want her sisters hurt, she would do anything to save a sister, or a brother. Be it Lilac or Squirrel, or, of course, Butterfly. She already almost lost Lilac. In terms of their freindship, she might have. Now, the day seemed quiet and slow, waiting for everything to unfold. Her paws were holding onto the ground like she might fall if she didn't, her claws out, her tail whipping up-down-up-down, her eyes desperately staring in a panic. No. She blinked. It wasn't gone. She shook her head. It wasn't gone. She tried to cover her ears but they kept popping back up, forcing her to listen. Bea couldn't move, as if she were p4r4lized. Stuck. They didn't notice her, hardly holding herself in one place, shaking head to tail, watching, watching, breaking. Heart breaking. Broken. She was hidden; Unseen. The words hurt her to. Cara. Cara would of stopped this. And now there was bl0od spilt because of Cara even though Cara was long, long gone she still seemed to be the cause of so many things. Even by accident. Nobody wanted to see this Battle over somebody they honored Battle at all. The words, the tone, everything burnt beach. Then it grabbed her. Then it shattered her. Ketchup. Everywhere. Butterfly was losing? Or was Misty? She didn't know. Please, she begged the stars. Please be okay. They didn't answer. And they didn't fix it. Butterfly fell to the ground. Broken as Bee felt. Please, please. She had to be okay. She had to. And Bee could hardly hold in a scream. Her shaking was so hard and violent now she might as well have been hit by an earthquake. Her eyes were even darker and sadder. And her claws. She put them in. She could see it almost, a horrible vision of what she could really do with them, just like Misty had. No. NO. She wouldnt-She couldn't, right? But her vision was stroked with blood. Her mind wasn't working. All she wanted was impossible... She might as well have been as dead as Butterfly because at that moment, she wasn't herself enough to be Beach. She was horrified as a bird about to be caught. Broken like she was that same bird with paws on her, claws about to hit her. But they didn't hit her. And she cried. She was a broken, trapped bird cowering away in the hope she wouldn't be taken. Fluttering away until the day when she failed, made a wrong turn. Hiding from her fears. She was such a coward. She was so, so wrong. She should have moved. But even now, her body wouldn't. Even though she wanted to run, her paws were trapped, her gaze flitting from Butterfly to Misty to everything. The birds sang above. Their melody was broken to, like a sad song thats just a bit to high, impossible to quite hit the note. Though the tune was right, the sounds were much different then they should of been, streaked with the feelings that can't be described, simply are.
