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Originally Posted by Charmer
Pleased at the fact that the other apprentice seemed to not have a problem complying with her demand, Vixenpaw followed happily. She took a casual note of how Flashpaw seemed to have more energy now as they wove through the pine forest, their paws crunching on the needle-carpeted forest floor. Perhaps Flashpaw could just tell she'd never win an argument against Vixenpaw. She was stubborn, she'd admit that to herself at least if no one else. Maybe it was just the adventurous spirit of the full moon in the sky. But looking up, there were dark wisps of storm clouds in the air, and the smell of rain on the cold breeze.
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Noticing how happy the other apprentice was suddenly, she pondered for a moment until she realized that it was because she had dropped the stubborn area of her "personality". Shrugging it off mentally, the pair arrived at the small circle of shrubbery near the part where she blacked out. Being near it now, Flashpaw shoved down a wave of pain and flashbacks, determined not to let it show more than it already had, but one flashback slipped through. She saw blood. Lots of blood. It pooled in front of her paws and underneath her belly. Looking down in horror, Branchpaw's mangled body materialized in front of her, blood-soaked and bruised. You did this to me, it seemed to whisper into the chilling breeze. You murdered me.
Snapping out of it with a gasp, she held back a whimper and kept her head high, despite the overwhelming nervousness of being back in the area where he died. But, as she tried helplessly to hold back the traumatic flashbacks,
she realized that's what they were here for.
Come on, Flashpaw. Think.
And she let go.
Her thoughts immediately clouded as she looked around the once-empty and dark shrubs that were now blood-spattered and drying in the sunlight. Taking in a breath at the sudden change of scenery, Flashpaw felt her heart thudding in her chest. As her subconscious wandered the scene of his death, her physical form fell to the now wet earth with a thud, small droplets of rain flinging off of her as she twitched.