(If you’re reading this, hello! You’ve found the special alternate account of @-Quillow- ! This account will sometimes post specials and extra art that won’t be posted anywhere else (other than TH) even in art dumps! I hope you enjoy.) (Trigger warnings: Grief, imagery/description of violence.) She didn’t like her powers. Gods, she HATED her powers. Everyone had seen it as a blessing when she received her powers- a blind wolf given a power that would tremendously help her people. The power to see the future! What an honor. ..An honor. Sure. If that is what they wanted to call it, Mossy would go along with it. But she saw it a curse. How could you sleep when the future you saw involves your friend lying dead at your paws? How could you try to make it better? …You could.. *lie* about the workings of your powers to make it easier. “I can see many visions of the future, just not this one!” …No. Moss was a fraud. She lied to provide her family a sense of security- protection by words. She only could see one future. How miserable would that be— knowing that you are keeping up an active lie to make everyone feel better? She knew who would die next. ..Hf.. who was next? Cotton, Storm, Meerkat.. She wished she could warn them- change the future in an instant. But it didn’t work that way. Counting the minutes till the next death. *…It’s not time.* She took a breath- looking up at the chilling storm above. She found herself coming out in the snow a lot- it left her alone to wallow in her thoughts. “GRRRR.. GRAUHHHGRR!” She screamed, throwing herself onto the ground. Tears flowed down. “Why me. WHY MUST **I** BE THE ONE TO HOLD THE TRUTH? I JUST WANT MY FAMILY TO BE HAPPY!” She tore a flower from the ground- the wind sweeping it up from her paws. She tried to reach out to grab them- but they were too far gone. Anyone. Anyone. Anyone else. Anyone worthy. Anyone responsible. Not. Her. “..Love.. I’m so sorry.” She spoke quietly. The future she had looked into was supposed to be a day of celebration. Instead.. It would lead with blood spilled- fangs bared. She couldn’t stand this. *My little one.. I never wanted you to grow up like this, sweetheart.* ..hf. She sat there in silence for a moment. “Mossy baby?” A voice called. Her eyes darted forwards. ..Wave. “Come here.” She wanted to say something back- but no words came out. Mossy sauntered to Wave, and fell into his arms. He smiled happily. “You’re okay, Angel.” ..She was no angel.
