spark, and it's like gasoline. `` Private: Yinneh and Magic`` BetrayalxSabre

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She nodded, shuddering.
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[ooc] yep. xD

Sabrepaw shuffled her paws, shrugging slightly.
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She shrunk back, a snarl lingering on her lips, so rare and so strange to her, but there despite that. "I don't need help! Why does everybody think I'm some cowering wimp? Yeah, I have some fears, but I can work them out on my own - I don't need you, or dad, or anybody!"
Getting to her paws, she hurried to the exit, tears stinging her eyes. She had to get away.
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She slowed to a halt, but didn't turn to face him. Not yet.
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[ooc] by the way, has hawky got this thread?

She swallowed, fear coursing through her veins. Walking forward slowly, she trembled with no control, paws unsteady. They say that when there's an accident, everything happens in slow-motion. They were right.

She could hear her own scream echoing through the air as her paws gave way, slipping off the log. She seemed to fall at snail's pace, but every moment left her unable to breathe, sharp wind cutting at her throat. She could see the trees swaying in the cool breeze, and spring's air beginning to warm the area around them. The trees were growing greener already, leaves growing back quickly.

Her head was turning the wrong way, facing up whilst her paws faced down. Not to an extreme, but to a point where she feared for her life.

And then came the water, freezing and biting at her skin, even underneath her semi-long fur. Perhaps she'd had a right to be afraid. The splash was tremendous, but her lungs disagreed on many levels. Her mouth hadn't closed in time, and water poured in, exchanging itself for oxygen. The most scary part, though, was when it sped up again, went back to normal speed. Unable to grasp at anything, unable to pull herself up, she thanked StarClan that the water wasn't any choppier than it was now. The thing to be most afraid of had to be the rocks not too far away, that she was being pulled towards. They could save her from the current, if she was quick and agile enough, or break her neck or spine if she wasn't.
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So what was she to do? The answer: hope she was lucky enough to live. As she approached the rocks at a great speed due to the strong current, her eyes searched for any other way out. But alas, it was not so. She was stuck in this delicate situation, where she would either be saved or broken in places one does not wish to be broken.

She pondered silently why she'd dared to come out here. She wasn't a brave cat, nor an adventurous one. But the love of another made a cat do things out of character, against their personality and background. Love was like this very situation, where she could either find her happily ever after or be thrown to the side like a rag-doll, hope and will to do anything lost. She'd followed the tom here, and he'd decided to trot along that cursed log to the other side of the cliff. Really, she supposed herself simply lucky to be alive at this point rather than hitting solid rock.

The rocks were right in front of her now, and she leapt forward with all her might to land on one. Simple, easy, life-saving. But life was not easy, and the water tugged at her fur, pulling her down, pulling her under. Any oxygen she'd managed to hold as she went under the surface emptied in bubbles as she smacked against the rock before her with a sickening cracking sound. If she could have screamed from underwater, the scream now would have been enough to shatter eardrums.

All of a sudden her body parts were in the wrong places, her hindlegs facing the wrong way, bent up behind her back. Her head had shot back, neck screeching its own suffering. The pain was unbearable, though she knew it would all be over soon enough. In just a moment, the pain would be gone, and the water and the rock along with it. She'd float in an emptiness before joining the ranks of their ancestors.

It was at this moment that something took hold of her scruff, pulling her back against the ever-strong current. She moved her forelegs in an effort to help her saviour, since her soaked fur would be far heavier now that water laced it. Unable to, she let herself go limp as the other dragged her to safety. Once upon the shore, water was regurgitated in a matter we won't explain in too much detail.

Turning her head, her eyes widened as much as they could with water still dripping into them from her wet fur. It was the tom she'd come out here for that had saved her, and that tom that was now struggling to get up on the bank. With a whimper, she watched in helpless, useless dismay as he hit the rocks hard and his body went limp. Gazing at her bent back hindlegs, she shook her head, wishing to help but unable to. Flexing her neck, she felt tears welling up in her eye sockets, stinging, burning. It was her fault. Her fault.

Her fault and no-one to deny that.
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[ooc] i forgot to pm hawky. i've been dealing with my own fanclan in all the time i have. sorry. :/ and sorry about that late reply - i was ill and totally flooded. finally, i LOVE your avatar/signature! i didn't know you were into mlp:fim. i'm going to b.u.c.k {brony uk convention} in august. <3

Sabrepaw shook her head slightly, saying nothing, as though she'd forgotten how to form words. Really, she was out of breath and winded. Pulling herself closer to him best she could, she whispered hoarsely, "Thank... you..."

[ooc] muse fail. poop. Dx
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