[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid grey; border-right: 1px solid grey;][justify]after a month of inactivity let's just say he disappeared, and this is what happens and he returns
WARNING: sorta descriptive?
He woke up near a tree. Forest surrounded him. Something groaned and bellowed in the distance. The solid brown cat was confused. Where am I? He wondered. Another sound formed, and he got up, despite his aching head, and went drowsily towards it. A flash of orange appeared behind some trees, which seemed hard to squeeze through. Rotting log covered the forest, and the ground was littered with branches blooming with thorns. His small paws were quick around him, because he felt comfortable dodging forest dangers. He paused, remembering his confusion, and contemplated where he was. More screams and moans caught his attention. The skies grew duller by the heartbeat. He would step closer, and peek around the branches to see...
Firth was terrified. A cat, bubbling and gooey, was on fire. Half it had already faded away by the fire. "P-PLE.." it groaned, eyeless face turned to where it thought he was. "SAVE YOURSELF!" With that, it was entirely consumed, not a speck of flesh left. The skeleton dropped down (if bones were fire resistant) and a purple figure flowed around, flying viciously. The sky was black now, and the shadow laughed, ramming into Firth. As it did, his legs wobbled, and he fell onto the ground. The demon took it's chance, and jumped into the cat. He became unconcious, the headache rolling back.
He spent nights upon nights in the forest, he couldn't escape. At day, he worked around and trained himself, and the demon who possessed him made him angry at nothing. At night, horrible nightmares plaugued him of dying in every way possible. One day, he was knocked out by falling off a tree, landing head first, and after a few seconds, stumbled blindly in a sleepwalk.
The next day, he awoke, laying on the WindClan border. Little did he notice the new things on his back. He noticed that a piece of paper, which read a strange language, was written beside him. It was written in mint-blue, which he noticed with horror was the same color as the substance in his teeth, and he quickly put his lower lip over the whites poking out of his mouth. He hated them. Getting up, he didn't bother to imspect himself, burying the note and choosing to do an attempted decipher later. He then noticed that this was his home, and he cried out, "Hello?"
sorry if it was horrible it was sorta rushed
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