Post by Buckpelt on Apr 22, 2015 13:34:33 GMT -6
Buckpelt sat in the dark, shadowy corner of the Warriors' Den. It felt like the safest place for a useless blind tom like him. There, the evil creatures of his nightmares couldn't reach him, neither could the voices in his head. The dark grey tabby blinked his pale blue eyes as he heard a noise behind him. Was it a pawstep, or was it a voice simulating the noise of one. Whatever it was, he wanted it to go away. He started to feel tension building up inside of him as the noise got louder. It was probably just another warrior of his clan... Or much much worse.
'They're coming for you, Buckpelt.'[/u] One of the imaginary voices whispered to him. Was the young tom normal? Or just a freak, 'Of course you're a freak, fool! I curse you and your wretched fears! Go do something better with your puny life!
'Or I will.[/u] The voice threatened before suddenly vanishing. Buckpelt replied, fearful yet also angry at the voice. He meant to answer in his head, but found himself yelling.
"You wouldn't do that! You're just imaginary! Go to Dark Pool!
'They're coming for you, Buckpelt.'[/u] One of the imaginary voices whispered to him. Was the young tom normal? Or just a freak, 'Of course you're a freak, fool! I curse you and your wretched fears! Go do something better with your puny life!
'Or I will.[/u] The voice threatened before suddenly vanishing. Buckpelt replied, fearful yet also angry at the voice. He meant to answer in his head, but found himself yelling.
"You wouldn't do that! You're just imaginary! Go to Dark Pool!
