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Big ol' trigger warnings for animal death, gore, and parental death but here we are!
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“Look at what your sad loyalty has given you, Saffronheart.” “Halfstar’s” voice was calm. Far too calm. Far too unwavering. “You couldn’t save your poor murderer of a mother. Really, you should have just let me, and this vessel drown when you had the chance.” A sneer split not-Halfstar’s face, an ugly, disgusting snarl that seemed to show far too many teeth and accentuate the ugly dripping red marks that’d been clawed into his flesh. Saffronheart couldn’t tell which was worse to look at. Mangled Not-Halfstar or her mother. Dead at her feet. “Then again, wouldn’t you have just been a murderer too?” Laughter started to permeate his words. The split across his maw wouldn’t leave his face. “All your loyalty was based on a family of murderers or almost murderers. No wonder Diamondflurry ran away, he simply wanted to get away from you-”
“Stop it.” Saffronheart wasn’t even sure if she’d actually said what she was thinking. She bit at her lip. She couldn't fall apart right here, not in front of this creature.
“Or what?” Clearly Not-Halfstar had heard whatever she’d said or thought. “Or you’ll rip me apart? Drown me right this time? Scar me like what you did to poor old Freckletrail?” Not-Halfstar burst into maniacal laughter that didn’t sound like it was coming from a cat, or any real creature. “You’ll be just like your mother and Duckpaw and Twilightmoss…” The voice faded but the laughter did not. It stayed stubbornly like a thorn in your paws that would simply not come out. The world around Saffronheart and Not-Halfstar faded and melted away. The dead flesh that was a cat called Astoria vanished from Saffronheart’s paws. Everything was melting away. All there was a void that just echoed not Halfstar’s laughter more and there was nowhere to run but by Starclan she was going to run like the entirety of the bats that’d swarmed camp was on her tail. Not-Halfstar’s laughter faded away into the background. Until she was all alone.

It was only the morning light filtering through the den entrance and another warrior accidentally prodding her in the side that pulled her from her nightmare. She woke with a jolt, the adrenaline still rushing through her veins. She furiously glanced around the warrior’s den, only calming when she saw Twilightmoss and Larksnap were still in their nests. She’d check the apprentice’s den and senior warrior’s den soon. She knew she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, not after this. Maybe there would be a patrol she could join. That would take her mind off of it. Yes, that’s what she’d do.

Description
Big ol' trigger warnings for animal death, gore, and parental death but here we are!
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“Look at what your sad loyalty has given you, Saffronheart.” “Halfstar’s” voice was calm. Far too calm. Far too unwavering. “You couldn’t save your poor murderer of a mother. Really, you should have just let me, and this vessel drown when you had the chance.” A sneer split not-Halfstar’s face, an ugly, disgusting snarl that seemed to show far too many teeth and accentuate the ugly dripping red marks that’d been clawed into his flesh. Saffronheart couldn’t tell which was worse to look at. Mangled Not-Halfstar or her mother. Dead at her feet. “Then again, wouldn’t you have just been a murderer too?” Laughter started to permeate his words. The split across his maw wouldn’t leave his face. “All your loyalty was based on a family of murderers or almost murderers. No wonder Diamondflurry ran away, he simply wanted to get away from you-”
“Stop it.” Saffronheart wasn’t even sure if she’d actually said what she was thinking. She bit at her lip. She couldn't fall apart right here, not in front of this creature.
“Or what?” Clearly Not-Halfstar had heard whatever she’d said or thought. “Or you’ll rip me apart? Drown me right this time? Scar me like what you did to poor old Freckletrail?” Not-Halfstar burst into maniacal laughter that didn’t sound like it was coming from a cat, or any real creature. “You’ll be just like your mother and Duckpaw and Twilightmoss…” The voice faded but the laughter did not. It stayed stubbornly like a thorn in your paws that would simply not come out. The world around Saffronheart and Not-Halfstar faded and melted away. The dead flesh that was a cat called Astoria vanished from Saffronheart’s paws. Everything was melting away. All there was a void that just echoed not Halfstar’s laughter more and there was nowhere to run but by Starclan she was going to run like the entirety of the bats that’d swarmed camp was on her tail. Not-Halfstar’s laughter faded away into the background. Until she was all alone.

It was only the morning light filtering through the den entrance and another warrior accidentally prodding her in the side that pulled her from her nightmare. She woke with a jolt, the adrenaline still rushing through her veins. She furiously glanced around the warrior’s den, only calming when she saw Twilightmoss and Larksnap were still in their nests. She’d check the apprentice’s den and senior warrior’s den soon. She knew she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, not after this. Maybe there would be a patrol she could join. That would take her mind off of it. Yes, that’s what she’d do.