Sealshadow has always been different from her clanmates. She's quiet, and is terrible with social interaction. Even with all of her wonderful qualities; her clanmates can't see past her flaws and avoid her. All she can do is stick to the shadows, an...
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A dark brown spotted tabby breathed in a shaky breath. Dull dusk light cascaded across the sandy beachside, and night winds battered at her bloodied and clawed up pelt. Everything was aching. Her paws, her muscles, her mind, her heart. She grit her teeth, shutting her eyes tight and forcing back a sob.
"You said you would be there for me, Sealshadow..!" The battle-torn she-cat gazed up with blue-green eyes, though the edges of her vision were starting to blur. Opposite to her was a white tom, his medium-length fur matted with blood and mottled with dirt.
"I know... I know, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...." She averted her gaze the second she saw it: the heartbreak and pain in his eyes.
"How could you do this? To me? To us? To everyone?! Please, just come back to me!" He yelled over the wind, his eyes closing as he yowled. Sealshadow gasped for air; she hadn't realized she had been holding her breath. Rain began to prickle at her pelt, and she hung her head, and her voice was barely audible over the wind.
