Dancingloon was outside of camp. She couldn't keep this up any longer... In both of her clans The Horde and Darkclan she was being put under so much stress and the little fox never said a thing. She didn't cry out for help because that made her feel weak and useless. The three legged fox stopped suddenly as emotions flooded over her brain.
You're not strong enough.
She growled and her claws peeled the flesh away from the ground, leaving turned up soil. Ears flat against her head and silver body covered in darkness. Even the stars and fled from her tonight. Her sister was gone...Hellsrain. "I miss you..." she choked out to no one.
They'll all leave if you don't do something.
Her mind flashed to both groups, lines between them blurred. They where family. She needed to protect them, even if it meant causing herself pain. She'd get stronger, she'd fight the limits, she'd kill if need be. Her eyes shot open, her cold gaze on the ground below.
You're useless.
Finally that was it. The straw that broke the camel's back. She let out a scream loud and strange, like a battlecry. She went off. Anything that caught her eye was gonna get attacked. Trees where left with bark ripped away, plants uprooted, any pest or small creature would be slaughtered on the spot. She was having some sort of breakdown, she didn't know why or how. There were so many people important to her now. She couldn't sit idle and let them die.
This was the beginning to Dancingloon's spiral downward into a much darker part of herself.
