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The oriental heaved the dead body out onto the open lands, dropping it with a thump the moment he steps foot onto the familiar place. His fur is still bristling, breath ragged - coming to short full steps. He gives the body a weak kick to get it away from him - he makes no effort to bury it. The birds can enjoy a meal. Wormbite takes a step back, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. He's angry but he cannot place why. (Words ring in his ears. He does not listen to them.) Sickness fogs his memories, his thoughts, his whole being.

how much time has passed? he can still remember ottersplash's blood bleeding onto his paws, staining his fur - fawnspring's joins this imagery. wormbite hasn't asked him what happened - if he knows. he has ideas, theories. he failed them both - he's going to fail ravenflight. he had responsibilities but they were slipping, or were they? where were these ideals he had to uphold? it wasn't that long ago he just cuddled with kestrelstar; a man that left a sour taste in his mouth.

These things shake Wormbite and he crumbles, wheezing overtakes him. Every cough wracks his body and sends a painful shiver up his spine. He cannot remember the last time he felt alive. (This terrifies him. )

"Wormbite, was it?" A low voice enters his ears, dripping with honey so sweet it made the Shield's stomach turn. Wormbite whips around, staring wide-eyed at the offender in confusion. Too hazy, mouth too dry, instead of speaking he growls. Windclan. Why would a Windclan cat be here? This confuses him, halts his aggression. "So ... aggressive, " They muse, taking a step closer, a tail brushing against Wormbite's scarred chest. He jerks back, hissing. "Dear, there is no need to worry, " suddenly the Shield is desperate to run.

"Hmm, interesting hobby there," The warrior rumbles, moving to peer at the dead body that lays before Wormbite. "It - it isn't mine, " He sputters, quick to offend himself. "Well, I would certainly hope it wasn't. Really now, I am entirely sane - not enough to be delusional. Hm, " a sigh of disappointment. "Your work is... too neat, for my liking. Quick. "

This warrior steps up close to him, Wormbite could feel their breath on him. His heart beats, it feels like a snake is coiling around his body. He can't breath, he can't - he .. "I will not spill your secrets. I hope to see you improve, Wormbite, " his name is spoken again - it sounds wrong. this warrior takes a turn and pawsteps fade in the distance.

the dark lord stands dumbfounded, confused. you know, when you are under the belief someone is a murderer, you don't exactly stop and make chit-chat. jeez, wormbite didn't even get to EXPLAIN himself. urgh. this place is so open, the wind whips against him - he shivers, whimpering in pain. he won't remember this. not for a bit. he leaves soon after.
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