Post by ℓυиαя on Dec 2, 2014 23:29:19 GMT -5
A small tabby jolted awake towards the back of the Sunsetclan warriors den, golden eyes like lanterns in the dark as they flared, first in panic and then relief. Pushing herself up with her forelegs until she sat comfortably in the dark, Vineheart looked around, her flank moving rapidly with each desperate breath in and out. As she struggled to calm herself down, she told herself like she did so often these days that it wasn't real, it was over and she was safe. After a while, the little brown tabby took a shaky breath in and ventured out into the clearing of the camp, dodging her sleeping clanmates softly. Warm sunlight washed over her as she stepped outside and paused slightly to turn her scarred face up to the cornflower blue sky, letting the sun warm her cold bones.
Vineheart's injuries were on the track to recovery ever since that fateful day with Sandstrike. Just thinking about it the little tabby shuddered at the thought. She may not be in that abandonned twoleg nest now but the scars, both mental and physical, would always be with her. Resuming motion, Vineheart headed over to the freshkill pile quietly and took a small fish between her jaws. She felt the stretch of the scar that ran along her muzzle, barely missing her eye and was reminded that this was her life now. Gone was the pretty little face and though she was still her caring self, Vineheart found it much harder to socialize. They were always staring, always whispering and though they tried to hide it, she saw. She heard. She hurt.
Sandstrike had been good to her but he was often busy which left her lonely. He was the only one she felt comfortable with. Sure she could talk to the others but she felt them judging and with him she didn't. Taking another deep breath around her fish, Vineheart padded over to the edge of the camp and settled down, feeling a faint twinge in her shoulder. It would go away with time, her leg already so much better than it had been. but the scars.. they were a part of her now. Sometimes she felt she could forget but the stares always reminded her. It was then she felt so much older than her 20 moons.
Avery
Sandstrike had been good to her but he was often busy which left her lonely. He was the only one she felt comfortable with. Sure she could talk to the others but she felt them judging and with him she didn't. Taking another deep breath around her fish, Vineheart padded over to the edge of the camp and settled down, feeling a faint twinge in her shoulder. It would go away with time, her leg already so much better than it had been. but the scars.. they were a part of her now. Sometimes she felt she could forget but the stares always reminded her. It was then she felt so much older than her 20 moons.
Avery