My Demons Shine, Yet I Can't Turn Them Down

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She held me spellbound

in the night

That same silvery white tom slipped into the Leafclan camp as the setting sun splashed across the ground, gently touching his fur-only to reveal the dark red that seeped across his body. deep marks lining most of that strong body that framed his insides-where everything seemed to be the worst. Deep teeth marks laid in his right shoulder, and gashes from a cat's claws laid upon his chest, dripping blood and soaking his white, silvery fur with the same dark red that he had dreaded-yet most of the blood upon his body was not even his own. No, most of the blood that covered his body was the blood that had splashed off of his opponent as his claws had slashed across the other, smaller tom so very much. The haunted look in his eyes was the thing that gave away that-the happy glow that those mossy green eyes usually held now far gone, into what seemed like complete horror as his body moved numbly through camp, and he already felt the stares on the back of his neck. All the blood of him could look as if he had massacred a ton of cats-not just deeply injured one. All the time as his paws lightly tapped the ground, and his tail slid against the ground as he made his infamous trek to the Medicine cat's den-was the screams and yowls of pain that his opponent had emmited. Even to the extent of making him feel like he did now-like a complete and utter monster, that entirely hurt him inside, where his heart lay.

Oh, he had to see Cherryfern. Maybe she could help him-make himself feel like less of a monster, that could have killed another cat only an hour before. He could still see the blood that covered his opponent, feel the sticky blood and how the skin of opponent slitted open under his claws, and how the blood splattered upon the ground of where their battle had laid. So much blood...too much blood. Too much blood that was not his own. Those ears that were usually perked up to the sky now laid against his head, the same with his tail, dragging upon the ground, as his mossy, rich green eyes frantically flicked around as his thoughts continued to worsen-all thoughts pointing at him being horrible. He even knew Hawkspring held a family, a mate, and that now he was deathly injured because of what he did. Of how he slashed his claws across the smaller tom's face, of how he slammed and clawed so many times at the tom...he was a monster.

With that final thought he finally stood at the entrance of the medicine cat den, his hopes fluttering ever so slightly as his slow pace came to a stop, before he let his paws take him forward, escaping the clearing of the clan and stepping into the warm place of refuege, where so many warriors and kits and apprentices and cats and generally stayed to heal. A small smile lifted upon his black lips, before soon returning to the same blank face as he remembered-remembered what he had just done."Cherryfern?" His gentle, deep voice was feeble in that moment, the broken feeling that overwhelmed him obvious as his mossy green eyes searched, searched for the same she-cat he had fallen for. He had to talk to her.

Or he would go more insane then he already was.

Avery
631 words.
overflowing, damn it.
...my poor baby. The tournament has already destroyed him. I'm like almost crying right now this is hurting my heart so much. -brushes dust off kitty- I'm sorry I did this to you Wolfy, it was for the best.

MADE BY VEL OF GS