[wren]

Originally Posted by DeadlyWolfDen

(Open to anyone in the Testing Reality plot.)

Robinflight shook. What was going on? Why was everyone acting like this? "D- don't they know its against the warrior's code to hurt your clan mates? W-what are you-u doing? Leave me alone!" He shouted. He was starting to lose his mind. He was yelling at the wall, who he thought was a cat threatening him. He started to see cats crowding around him, claw's unsheathed, ready to kill him. He yowled very loudly and ran away from them, bumping into the wall, who he thought was a twoleg and its dog. "pl-please don't take me..." He mewed. It wasn't him to be scared, but something bad was going on in his head, and he wasn't aware of it. He looked around him and saw the exit of the den, but was stiff with fear and couldn't move, he heard a cats padding coming near the door.

[ Coyotesnarl ]
Stiff legged and paranoid, face greyed like those of the dead and flesh rotting right off off of yellow bones. Shakes and horribly dark dead eyes, watching with relentless hatred. The ground felt unreal against his paws, soft and feathery like his mother’s fur but not real. Like any given moment he’d go tumbling into the depths of the earth surrounded and swallowing in dirt in mouthfuls, filling his eyes and ears in a barrier to block him from the sounds.
He shook from it feeling his head rock back as he misjudged his movement, he didn’t feel right. Nothing that was happening was right and it was all due to that smell. Horribly sour and dead in the air.. hanging around like rain.

He’d feel that sanity slip away like the moisture from the air the moment the winters cold came, sucking from the air and draining it into the earth to sleep dormantly. He shivered pushing himself up from the nest as he heard jumbled voices come together in one. A desperate and heart felt plea, fear filled and reminding him of a time so sour. He stood feeling waves of heat cross his body- eyes filled of soppy blood. His eyes focused on the shifting shape weak and frightened settling briefly before cocking his head to the side. In a sense he could tell it apart from things that only lingered behind his eyes. Just out of sight and barely alive in appearance- though this was moving. Perhaps he could feel something real beneath his paws. End it here. Coyotesnarl felt his muscles bunch and eyes flicker anxiously back and fourth- source of living sound washing over him feeding the irritation. The rage.

It was a quick movement, leaping from his spot in tangled mess with dots of sweat beading on his brow. Claws extended and he felt his eyes cover over in dark blood- he couldn’t see. He just braced for the impact.

‘ ‘ now you die ‘ ‘