IT MUST HAVE BEEN SOMETHING YOU SAID // p, vintage

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]TO BE HONEST, Bitterblue hadn't the slightest notion about what she was doing. At first, she had been doing nothing out of the ordinary: a simple, routine border patrol accompanied by her usual deep thinking. However, she couldn't lose herself in the quiet serenity of the forest this time as her inspection of HawkClan's border was repeatedly getting interrupted as the wolf had to stop and draw in a deep, calming breath. Everything was too loud. It had only been a mere two days since her memories had been restored and, as of that moment, every memory she had seemed to be fighting for her attention. Everything was playing in her mind all at once; it felt like thousands of voices were shouting within her. The canine had just paused for another breath of air when she couldn't take it anymore: she was suffocating. The overwhelming scent of HawkClan was invading her nostrils, the rich scent drowning her in memories. She had needed to get away from it all, immediately. Bitterblue had taken off, her long claws gouging the soft earth beneath her as she ran, her eyes wide as the trees surrounding her became nothing more than a green and brown blur in her peripheral vision. It didn't take long until the all-too familiar scent of her clan had been left behind her and strange, new features speckled the land. Nothing seemed to matter at the moment: she was sprinting, running like she never had before in her life, her black ears pinned to her skull as if that would block out the never ending noise. She plunged herself into the unfamiliar land, willing the chaos in her mind to cease.
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