~ " Differences " ~ " Momentouschaos SRP " ~

Instructions

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " Differences " ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ !! Warnings: Bl00d !! The sun high in the desert, the only movement upon the sandy dunes was of the wind shifting direction. Below the barkhan, WindClan camp sat, aglow in cool light from it's glittering crystals. Inside each den was dozing warriors, splayed out in their nests from the new-leaf heat. That is, all but a tall brown tabby tom. His sparkling eyes were glued closed and his paws curled as vicious thoughts passed in his head. Through the fog of horrifying memories from kithood, one thought reined in Moment's head. /Why am I like this?/ This thought has been haunting Momentouschaos lately. Ever since he's started to get to know his clanmates, he's discovered that he isn't normal. He -isn't- what he should be. Why? His eyes flitted open in sudden pain, and he realized he'd slid out his claws from the stress now overcoming his mind. A small bit of blood trickled from a small cut in his chest and stained the dark fur. Mento got up, still breathing hard from his terrible memory wave. The quiet noise inside the den began to grow louder in his ears, and every smell was choking in his lungs. /I need some air./ He thought, standing almost robotically, blank to emotion. Nearly tripping over his fellow warriors, he made his way out of the warriors den into the big cavern that Momo and his clanmates lived in. He almost felt alienated inside of it, like paws too big for their prints. Huffing from stress (and possibly from the fact he began to speed up now), he felt himself crumbling, slipping, as he often did when he was stressed or overstimulated. As he made his way to the tunnel leading to the hot sands he began to stumble, legs shaking. His quick trot became a run as he erupted into the sunny desert, surprising the warrior on guard. The desert already began to burn his paws, so he simply kept a dash. He seemed to black out, just running in a continuous direction, senses blocked out. The next time he was aware of his actions was when he found himself in the cave he had once explored with his friend Torrenttumble. He had somehow collapsed onto the ground, and now lied on smooth rocks and crackling shells. Tears flowed down his face. Why was he crying? What's wrong with him? The day still shone brightly above, hurting his eyes like he stared at the sun itself. His paw pads were slightly sore from the heat of the sands, but to him it felt scolding, and his bones felt tired from all that running. His paws were shaking terribly. He curled his face into his brown forelegs, feeling the blood from his previous injury soak into his face fur. /What do I care? All I need is sleep./ He forced his eyes tightly closed, still crying. His consciousness closed on one thought as he drifted into deep sleep. /Why am I like this?/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~