“ escape ” ~ a srp

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.. ... ... he was.. tired. he was shattered. he was despondent, hopeless, utterly /done/. and who's to say he wasn't simply b̸̗̫͎̹̦̈́̅r̵̫̹͚̼̟̐o̷̝͙̮̠̺̔k̸̢̰͆̉͒e̴̛̲͕͑̊͘͠n̴̗̑͑̊̂͗ ? it was funny. how /easy/ it was to break apart, and how difficult it was to put your self back together. piece by piece. the dim twinkle of the stars didn't even flaunt his attention, the steadfast soldier with the broken and chipped armor. how could they? he couldn't help but feel a pang of betrayal. after all the loyalty he had sworn to them, all the endless hours of effort he had poured into training with him, how could they keep /taking/ from him? a small sob escaped his muzzled, his claws sinking into the cloth beneath him as he tossed and turned in his nest, his sapphire and emerald eyes unfocused. air, he needed air. desprately, please. please. but oh Legendfaith, there's no oxygen here, no blissful escape from the suffocation that came from deep within. he couldn't stay here another second. inside this stuffy den, inside this cavern with its artificial blue crystals and eyes that burned holes into his back, buried /so/ deep under the ground. he couldn't take it anymore. the piebald warrior arose with a start, gasping for air. it was like something had overtaken him, given him the wild and burning desire to /get out/. his paws scrambled over the stone for a few moments as he struggled to get a grip, eventually scrambling out of the den. gazes followed him as he rushed frantically towards the exit. so, so clo s e.... a wall of fur met his muzzle, sending him tumbling across the stone, his nose crunching painfully against it. Legendfaith saw nothing but white for a few moments, panic rising within him like a swelling balloon, before his vision cleared. turning to see what he bumped into, he realized it was a cat, who now lay splayed across the floor. the tomcat's head spun- he felt incurably dizzy. was the cat dead, did he kill them? the logical side told him that they were only unconscious, it was a minor fall. yet the darker side took over, telling him that he was a criminal. some sort of substance dripped down his nose, and Legendfaith pressed his paw against it, horrified when he saw red staining his pale pink pawpad. he couldn't stay here any longer he- he was going to pass out. he- cats were starting to gather, wondering what was going on. they'd see what he did, they'd know what happened. he'd be confined to camp forevermore never to be let out again. no, no, no, no, nonononono, N̴̰͙̯͒̒Ő̵͉ ! he couldn't let that happen, he couldn't live with himself- so he escaped. the animal instinct inside of him kicked in, and he flew through the exit tunnel, out into the desert beyond. he fleetingly heard his name being called, or perhaps it was even his imagination, yet he payed no notice. across the golden dunes, he ran and he ran and he ran until he couldn't go on anymore, taking shelter in an abandoned coyote den whilst the sun made its reign across the sky. . . . how many days had it been. one? two? he couldn't tell, yet the coolness of the air offered the suggestion that it was night. Legendfaith crawled out of his safe space, his muscles sore beyond comparison. his wounds, the ones he had gained a moon or two ago fighting that /tyrannical/ fox, stung like fire again. how ironic, he mocked himself. he wanted to curl into a ball and drift away. embrace the darkness. he didn't want to move onwards. yet what else could he do? what else could he do besides flee until his pads stung, sprint across the sands until his very bones ached? until the drastic change of grass finally touched his paws, making him look up with surprise. ThunderClan territory. Had his paws truly carried him here? Time had been lost as he weaved across the hills of sand, a mere figment of imagination as his paws thrummed against the earth, nothing but numbness enclosuing him. he could feel it again, the pain. it was beginning to settle in, he had to hurry. the sun was a bleak memory yet again, slowly starting to paint the sky with its brilliant colors. Legendfaith stumbled through the woodlands, tripping over any root that crossed his path and pratically dragging himself through bushes, leaves and twigs littering his pelr like dying flowers. what a mess, the steadfast soldier of WindClan. and yet, he could see it now, the entrance to the ThunderClan camp. bittersweetly familiar, both good memories and bad surrounding the place. yet he couldn't focus on such things now, not in such a deluded state. "Snufflepaw," Legendfaith called hoarsely, tumbling the next few steps in a lethargic fashion, hardly able to put one paw in front of the other. tired, hungry, thirsty. was his friend even here, could he even hear his cries for help? Snufflepaw would know what to do, he was a medicine cat apprentice after all, he would know.. what... t-t-to do? +++