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Post by Strawberryleaf on Aug 16, 2020 11:43:16 GMT -5
Thread Title Theme: Bloodkit's Rescue Character Involved: Bloodkit (Strawberryleaf ) Other Characters: Open Point Of View: 2nd-Person Status: Open Font: Georgia Size: 14 Roleplay: Your eyes widen in terror as you lay crouched in a ball before your Uncle. Your Uncle looks over you with murderous and unsympathetic eyes. Before you could even ask, the question building in your mind, claws slash at you everywhere. Blood ooses from deep wounds, that now cover your body. You can feel the claws slashing your eyes, teeth biting into your leg and then nothing. Blackness engulfs you. Your eyes close and you can barely breath. Each breath hurts. Your once clean fur was now stained red with blood. Your memory of the event that led you here, to the border of SpringClan, was fresh in your mind. You and your siblings had woken up in your nest, to cats screeching and yowls of pain and anger. Your Uncle, Erebus, was attacking your older brother. The rest of his gang was fighting with the other members of your Father's side. Your Uncle killed your older Brother, your Mother, your Father and then rounded on you and your siblings. Your Uncle ripped your siblings apart and grabbed you. Leaving the rest of his gang to finish off his Brother's. Your Uncle took you to the edge of SpringClan and left you for dead.
Many heart-beats later, a faint sound of pawsteps coming your way, could be heard. Your spirit and will to live lifts and you let in some raggedy, pain-filled breaths. Help had come, at least that is what you hope for.
