Post by |{/Bloodrose\}| on Oct 25, 2014 21:56:05 GMT -5
Claws dragged violently across an unforgiving stone floor as muscles clenched. Everything about the sleeping figure was tense, mouth open in a soundless scream where air barely made it out of her lungs. Her heart seized in her chest as panic gripped her. Through the haze of a restless sleep, the she-cat begged herself to snap out of it, pleaded to be let out of the hell she was reliving. So much blood... It seeped between her claws, staining her white paws red. The scent was overwhelming, nauseating. But it was the guilt. The guilt was heavy on her shoulders, crushing her like a boulder, waiting until she surrendered that final breath. |