the trees blend together [bullwasp/goatstripe]
POSTED ON Nov 5, 2023 7:24:06 GMT
Post by xvinn on Nov 5, 2023 7:24:06 GMT
goatstripe (he/him) | loner
Goatstripe had lost track of so many things. The past quarter-moon - or had it been longer? Or shorter? However long it had been had taken its hardest toll on the young tom. When they had Jasper by their side, they longed to smell the familiar scent of home, but now they were struggling to differentiate between anything.
It seemed like all the trees were beginning to blend together.
The more they thought about it, the more Goatstripe wasn't even sure of when it was that they last ate. Definitely when Jasper was still alive. Now, he no longer felt like he had the energy to go hunting, and without that, he went without food.
His paws had grown heavier with every step. It felt as though something were dragging them back, holding their paws against the earth beneath them. There was something that held them back and away from the next set of trees before them. Perhaps it was his own voice that held him back and did not want him to continue anymore.
It was more than just Jasper's death that weighed on him. More than the images that flashed through his mind whenever he tried to close his eyes. More than the ringing sounds that still echoed through his skull - a sound so blindingly loud that it shook the tom to his very core. He'd never heard anything so loud in his life. It was a shot that rung through him and changed the very course of everything he'd gone through.
There was before the shot and after the shot.
There was the moment when Goatstripe and Jasper were running side by side, and then there was the moment when Jasper could no longer move. The moment when he was bleeding profusely, and Goatstripe tried pushing his paws against the wound but the tom pushed him away. The moment when he looked up and even through the ringing in his ears nearly deafening him, he could still hear the barking of the dog that was running after the two toms.
Their paws had been so covered in Jasper's blood.
They pushed their forehead against Jasper's. They did not want to leave, but he would not let them stay. Goatstripe had to leave if they wanted to survive.
Was this even surviving anymore?
What was he returning to?
No. There was more than just Jasper's death weighing on them.
Goatstripe looked up.
The trees blended together.
He began to lumber forward as well as he could, but the lack of food and strength were catching up to him. What was he still doing, going back to OrchidClan like this? What was going through Goatstripe's mind, thinking that he could return to the place he once called home, alone, battered, defeated, and covered in blood that wasn't even his and call out the senior warrior whom so many respected and accuse him of attempted murder.
Covered in blood...
Goatstripe looked down at his paws. He could swear they were still stained with blood, but any cat who looked at him would not see that. They would not see any blood which had washed away after some time. They would not smell the blood that Goatstripe still tasted, swearing that it fell off his pelt in floods. The smell of Jasper's blood which still stung his nose and burned his throat. No one else could smell it.
What were they looking for again?
Bisonstorm.
The trees blended together some more.
The smells on the trees were drowned out by the smell of Jasper.
No matter how much Goatstripe cleaned himself, he couldn't get the smell out.
Goatstripe sat up against a tree, leaning their entire body weight against the trunk. They were so incredibly tired of carrying such heavy paws. They were tired of running away from the dog. They were tired of running towards the tom who already tried to kill them. From the murderous jaws of one creature and into another.
It was hopeless, wasn't it? If Bisonstorm was the one to find Goatstripe, they would certainly be good as dead this time around. They did not have the strength to fight anyone anymore. They hardly had the strength to fight the StarClan warriors who walked behind them, waiting for them to turn around and notice their presence. He was sure that he noticed them, and he prayed that Jasper was among them. He could not bear the thought that he had left the tom behind to be attacked by that dog and somehow survive. He prayed to StarClan that the tom's pain was gone. But Goatstripe knew that the moment he turned around and acknowledged that they were there, they would finally take him away for good.
Goatstripe opened their eyes and looked around. Things seemed familiar but also so strange. Where were they? How far had they made it? Did they make it close to OrchidClan at least? If they were to fall right here, would they at least fall on OrchidClan territory? Would they at least die in the territory where they were born, where they thought they would live the rest of their life?
He wondered if Sheepcloud was okay. He wondered if she had become a mother yet.
He wondered if Ramhorn was okay. He wondered if he had become entirely corrupted yet.
He wanted to keep pushing for them. If not for Jasper, it had to be for someone. He didn't want Bisonstorm to win, but it was getting so much harder.
Their paws were getting so heavy.
The trees were blending together.
Goatstripe laid down beside the tree. He pushed all his weight against the trunk as he slowly made his way to the ground. He pressed his muzzle against the grass and tried to take in a deep breath and see if he could recognize the smell. But all he could smell was blood.
They looked up.
OrchidClan always had so many trees.
Too many trees to count and know what they each individually looked like.
What did they smell like?
Goatstripe wondered what the chances were that he had wandered, dazed, through all of the territories and had now moved past and too far away from any place close to home.
He wondered if he would die here.
He wondered when the trees would stop blending together.
"I'm so sorry, Sheepcloud..." Goatstripe whispered into the grass. "I'm sorry I confronted Bisonstorm foolishly before I could help you."
He placed his head upon his paws. "I'm so sorry, Ramhorn..." he continued. "I'm sorry I judged you for something that was never your fault."
A long, deep breath. "I'm so sorry, Jasper..." he wondered if Jasper was listening amongst the StarClan warriors behind him. "I'm sorry that I left you behind and did not stay at your side as you left our world."
Was it much farther?
Too far, Goatstripe figured.
He was not in any pain, but that did not mean it did not hurt.
There was no way to know which way was home when the trees all blended together.
It seemed like all the trees were beginning to blend together.
The more they thought about it, the more Goatstripe wasn't even sure of when it was that they last ate. Definitely when Jasper was still alive. Now, he no longer felt like he had the energy to go hunting, and without that, he went without food.
His paws had grown heavier with every step. It felt as though something were dragging them back, holding their paws against the earth beneath them. There was something that held them back and away from the next set of trees before them. Perhaps it was his own voice that held him back and did not want him to continue anymore.
It was more than just Jasper's death that weighed on him. More than the images that flashed through his mind whenever he tried to close his eyes. More than the ringing sounds that still echoed through his skull - a sound so blindingly loud that it shook the tom to his very core. He'd never heard anything so loud in his life. It was a shot that rung through him and changed the very course of everything he'd gone through.
There was before the shot and after the shot.
There was the moment when Goatstripe and Jasper were running side by side, and then there was the moment when Jasper could no longer move. The moment when he was bleeding profusely, and Goatstripe tried pushing his paws against the wound but the tom pushed him away. The moment when he looked up and even through the ringing in his ears nearly deafening him, he could still hear the barking of the dog that was running after the two toms.
Their paws had been so covered in Jasper's blood.
They pushed their forehead against Jasper's. They did not want to leave, but he would not let them stay. Goatstripe had to leave if they wanted to survive.
Was this even surviving anymore?
What was he returning to?
No. There was more than just Jasper's death weighing on them.
Goatstripe looked up.
The trees blended together.
He began to lumber forward as well as he could, but the lack of food and strength were catching up to him. What was he still doing, going back to OrchidClan like this? What was going through Goatstripe's mind, thinking that he could return to the place he once called home, alone, battered, defeated, and covered in blood that wasn't even his and call out the senior warrior whom so many respected and accuse him of attempted murder.
Covered in blood...
Goatstripe looked down at his paws. He could swear they were still stained with blood, but any cat who looked at him would not see that. They would not see any blood which had washed away after some time. They would not smell the blood that Goatstripe still tasted, swearing that it fell off his pelt in floods. The smell of Jasper's blood which still stung his nose and burned his throat. No one else could smell it.
What were they looking for again?
Bisonstorm.
The trees blended together some more.
The smells on the trees were drowned out by the smell of Jasper.
No matter how much Goatstripe cleaned himself, he couldn't get the smell out.
Goatstripe sat up against a tree, leaning their entire body weight against the trunk. They were so incredibly tired of carrying such heavy paws. They were tired of running away from the dog. They were tired of running towards the tom who already tried to kill them. From the murderous jaws of one creature and into another.
It was hopeless, wasn't it? If Bisonstorm was the one to find Goatstripe, they would certainly be good as dead this time around. They did not have the strength to fight anyone anymore. They hardly had the strength to fight the StarClan warriors who walked behind them, waiting for them to turn around and notice their presence. He was sure that he noticed them, and he prayed that Jasper was among them. He could not bear the thought that he had left the tom behind to be attacked by that dog and somehow survive. He prayed to StarClan that the tom's pain was gone. But Goatstripe knew that the moment he turned around and acknowledged that they were there, they would finally take him away for good.
Goatstripe opened their eyes and looked around. Things seemed familiar but also so strange. Where were they? How far had they made it? Did they make it close to OrchidClan at least? If they were to fall right here, would they at least fall on OrchidClan territory? Would they at least die in the territory where they were born, where they thought they would live the rest of their life?
He wondered if Sheepcloud was okay. He wondered if she had become a mother yet.
He wondered if Ramhorn was okay. He wondered if he had become entirely corrupted yet.
He wanted to keep pushing for them. If not for Jasper, it had to be for someone. He didn't want Bisonstorm to win, but it was getting so much harder.
Their paws were getting so heavy.
The trees were blending together.
Goatstripe laid down beside the tree. He pushed all his weight against the trunk as he slowly made his way to the ground. He pressed his muzzle against the grass and tried to take in a deep breath and see if he could recognize the smell. But all he could smell was blood.
They looked up.
OrchidClan always had so many trees.
Too many trees to count and know what they each individually looked like.
What did they smell like?
Goatstripe wondered what the chances were that he had wandered, dazed, through all of the territories and had now moved past and too far away from any place close to home.
He wondered if he would die here.
He wondered when the trees would stop blending together.
"I'm so sorry, Sheepcloud..." Goatstripe whispered into the grass. "I'm sorry I confronted Bisonstorm foolishly before I could help you."
He placed his head upon his paws. "I'm so sorry, Ramhorn..." he continued. "I'm sorry I judged you for something that was never your fault."
A long, deep breath. "I'm so sorry, Jasper..." he wondered if Jasper was listening amongst the StarClan warriors behind him. "I'm sorry that I left you behind and did not stay at your side as you left our world."
Was it much farther?
Too far, Goatstripe figured.
He was not in any pain, but that did not mean it did not hurt.
There was no way to know which way was home when the trees all blended together.
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