Post by ivypaw ** on Aug 8, 2014 18:24:45 GMT -5
ivypaw **
she was alone, just like always, it seemed. loneliness took a toll on her heart, and on her soul. even orchidpaw didn't want to be around her. ivypaw's tongue, sharp as always, had "deeply wounded" orchidpaw's latest acquaintance, and he'd told her she was a heartless little badger. that she'd never get any friends if she always acted like that. 'like what?' ivypaw thought sadly, shaking her head as she refused to cry - well, was arguing with herself not to cry - 'at least i act like myself!' she thought bitterly, shaking her head as tears threatened to spill again. the fog gathering around her like a spooky blanket. how she dreaded being alone, and as darkness neared!
orchidpaw and her company had left her there, out in the darkness* and, well, ivypaw was considerably terrified of the dark. not to mention, it was chillier at night, and the last time she'd been out too late she'd gotten in trouble, and - there were a million reasons! fear coursed through her veins, mostly irrational fears, but the small girl was frightened all the same. okay, maybe she wasn't sure what direction camp was either, but the fog was thick! she'd been exploring the territory for a little over a moon, why did they expect her to know her way back so easily?
maybe it was her nose that was defective. when she'd been upset earlier, she'd cried, and now it was a little drippy, and she couldn't scent very well. 'what a miserable existence!' the she-cat thought suddenly, plopping down and just about giving up. "this is it. this is how i die. alone and in the dark!" the she-cat managed out before bursting into tears, the hot and salty droplets burning her skin as they raced down her grey little cheeks.
*a fugitive running, fallen from grace, fallen from Godles mis, okay