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on plastic beach[hr]
The sun was slinking into the horizon, the day quickly meeting and becoming dusk on the beach. And there was Plasticpaw, sitting there with his eyes half closed as he watched the day wind down to a end. The whole day Plasty had been collecting herbs and tending to the scratches he accidentally gave to himself whenever he fell over on his back. By the end of the day he had worked his own paws off, and he wanted a break. But, because of the death of Fallenwish and the pregnancy of Tumblrtrash and the departure of Paintbrush and the pregnancy of Bittersweet, Plasticpaw took it upon himself that he was the only Druid/Student that should be working. To the little male, the others should rest! He can handle everything... This had resulted in sleep deprivation, and a little bit of anxiety as he spent nights pacing the floors of the medic cabin counting herbs and preparing for any emergencies and waiting for said emergencies to happen. No relaxing, he told himself. Just keep working and don't stop until you collapse.
At the moment he was supposed to be looking for herbs or cobweb on the beach, but in his sleepy high he had stopped himself to look at the setting sun. Ah, it was so beautiful. Plasticpaw loved the sea, especially if it collided with the sun. It was two things not meant to be together forming into a explosion of colors and tones. It made Plast poetic; when he saw things like this. So pretty and gentle and soft... A breeze swept by, and it was so warm and soothing to the touch.... Just like his nest... Plasticpaw collapsed in exhaustion and sleep deprivation, and gave in to the ever so tempting form of sleep.
All that was left was a void. A empty, dark void of depression that couldn't leave Stuart Tusspot. He sat by a moss covered log, eyes half open. His paw was lazily wrapped around a half filled beer bottle, and as Stuart felt as if he was going to break down and bawl once more he took a large swig. Gasping as he let the bottle fall and roll off the log, Stuart gagged. He hated the taste, but it made the emotions numb. As well as the pain medication that lay on the cooler which Stu had found. It helped his migraine, cooling it down to a small numb and having 2D go through a happy sort of high. His whole day was just a wreck. Russ, Firefly, Radiant, all dead. All gone. Goodbye. I'm never going to see you again. Now it resorted to 2D being drunk and high at the same time in the middle of the ShadowClan territory.
He tossed the bottle aside, and grabbed another from the cooler. His head began to ache again. What was the solution? Pain killers. Stu fumbled as he grabbed the pills, swallowing a few dry and washing it down with alcohol. His stomach rumbled with discomfort, but 2D didn't care. Even since he found out about all the deaths, his day had been a cycle of drunken waking hours and restless comatose-like naps filled with nightmares of the dead.
The drunken tom allowed tears to fall as he thought about Firefly and Radiant. He was never seeing them again. He took another swig, choking as a gurgling sob racked his body.
At least now he heard how to fill the void. And at least his kids weren't around him to see this.
Plasticpaw woke with a start, and lifted his head, shaking his head as he tried to forget what happened. Stuart Tusspot? Who was that? Why was he drinking so much and crying? Had something happened? The male shuddered, wondering why he was dreaming about some random tom when he realized that his head felt heavier. He lifted a hoof- Wait, a hoof? He stared at the blue fur and black hoof, and realized he was a stag. A huge, bright blue stag with pure white eyes. Why? What the... Why a stag? Why had he turned into a stag when he had this dream? He never had before. Well, even though he felt heavy as a stag it was that he also felt lighter; lighter inside him.
Nearby, a panther with a ripped face, broken leg, and soulless, onyx black eyes shuddered and melted away into a blue haze, and drifted off in the breeze.
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