slow dancin' in a burning room {p}

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    All she could feel was the air under her paws, the sweat drawing on her fur, and the blurry image clouding her eyes. Long legs ran towards the tightly woven den of her sister Bearstar, tears streaming down her cheeks and eyes a pale red. "Bearstar!"


    The nine month old briefly glanced around as she wailed and chocked on each cry, slowly lowering herself to the ground, nuzzling her nose into her paws before closing her eyes and sobbing. She was to ashamed to bring herself to say the words in her mind - as all she felt was pain and disbelief.

    "Swiftpaw!" Bearstar meowed, hearing the cry of her apprentice, and sister. She didn't like the distressed sound in her voice, and she knew that hell hath no fury like a woman in distress. What had caused her younger sister to be so upset?



    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth= 0px][justify]Swiftpaw simply tightened her muscles as she bit her lips, tears splashing onto the ground as her body shook with each sob. She was a mess, pelt tangled with debris, and damp from last night's rain. Nonetheless, she simply shook her head, unable to speak. It was clear the scent of Stormclan still clung to her pelt, but nonetheless, she said nothing.[/justify][/fancypost]

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    "Swiftpaw... what happened?" She murmured softly, not liking the scent of StormClan and all the debris on her pelt. She couldn't stand to see her younger sister in such pain, and my! StarClan's she was a mess. What had she gotten herself into?



    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth= 0px][justify]Swiftpaw growled each cry, looking upward towards her older sister through tear stricken eyes. "T-Timberpaw . . ." She managed, feeling her claws tear into the ground as she closed her eyes tightly. "He . . . He f-forced me . . . "[/justify][/fancypost]