
May 21st, 2025, 03:13 PM
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Join Date: Feb 2024
Status: *explodes pancakes with my mind*
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Re: ThunderClan Stormcrest
 Wasppaw
#TheWasp
#BugFamily
She's still not quite over the death and near death of people important to her, and she doesn't know how to talk about it so uhhh yeah.
TW: Guilt, Thoughts of Death, Grief
She's been quiet since the patrol arrived into camp and she had thought she was watching her father die in front of her... so much has happened, her siblings, her dad, Bumblestar, the yelling, the idea of his death that she was so sure about as she watched him collapse. Wasppaw was grieving, even though Spiderthroat had gotten up and now in the present she was staring at him as the deputy addressed the clan and made a plan of attack. It felt like a ghost. It felt unreal. Like her mind was so convinced that something was wrong but everything had turned out fine and... did she want Spiderthroat to die? Is that why her brain seemed so stuck on the notion??
No. No. No. No. NONONONONO! Wasppaw didn't! She didn't. She couldn't. She loved her dad, she loved her siblings- everything has been distant but it was never out of fading love, she loved her clan and her family and her leader and everything Thunderclan. She didn't want anyone to die- she wanted the otters to die for what they did, and painfully at that. But then why was she grieving something that didn't happen? Wasppaw was frozen to the ground, watching as her siblings swarmed after their father for affection before he was off once more even though he shouldn't be... not so quickly after what happened.
Wasppaw.. couldn't move. Her head dropped, golden eyes refusing to pick up from the dust around her paws. Something was wrong... something was wrong with her.
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