･ﾟ ✦ ° Curiosity Killed The Cat - Jaggeddawn had been existing for awhile now. Her whole life she'd always been afraid of something, the only thing that changed was her fears. She feared for her father's health, for her loyalty to the clan, for her own safety, for the safety of the she cat she loved more than anything in the world. She'd feared many things for many different reasons, and looking back she realized she didn't always know why she'd been afraid. Now she simply knew one thing. She was tired of being afraid, so, so tired. She didn't want to exist. She wanted to live.
The shadowey molly slipped out of camp today, on a lone hunting patrol. She didn't have a specific place in mind, simply trotting wherever her paws took her. She scented the air, pricked her ears for sounds, and suddenly spotted the tracks of a squirrel. Pleased with herself, Jaggeddawn followed the prints, keeping alert for when she closed in on the actual creature. As she traveled, Jaggeddawn began to recognize the terrain around her as a path that lead to the Burnt Sycamore. That tree held many memories for her, and the black molly grinned to herself as her heart fluttered. She'd been here with Stonespirit a few times, and the times they'd shared here would never be forgotten by either of them.
The tree came into view, and so did the brown rodent Jaggeddawn had been tracking. It was shuffling around close to the trunk, it had an easy escape if the warrior messed up. Be still. Hold your breath in, keep your balance, watch out for sticks. The molly started forward carefully, she wouldn't allow herself to fail, even if this would be a tricky pounce. Perhaps the world was just a cruel place, or else StarClan was playing a trick on her to remind her that things always went wrong for her, but the wind shifted, blowing Jaggeddawn's scent straight towards the squirrel. The rodent tensed, and darted for safety. The ebony warrior had a split second to make her choice. Truthfully, there was no way she could make the kill now, the squirrel would be at the trunk and climbing before she could shift her paws, and no one but SkyClan climbed after their prey. It was dangerous, foolish, she didn't know how... I don't want to exist. I want to live.
Jaggeddawn pushed herself forwards, reaching the tree trunk as the squirrel began to climb, and clawed after it. She strangely felt no fear, even though hurling herself up the unstable tree should've terrified her. She felt a rush, wind smoothed her fur back as she climbed, and the black molly actually began to close the distance between her and her prey. She felt like she could fly, Jaggeddawn felt alive, fear would never touch her again. She grabbed a blackened branch, prepared to make a leap for the squirrel-
Snap. The dead branch folded beneath her, unable to hold her weight. Jaggeddawn's jaws gaped in surprise as her platform disappeared, as the squirrel rose and she fell. How high had she climbed? The black warrior let out a shriek as she plummeted, her limbs windmilled in open air, there was nothing to catch her. A second passed, another, then she hit the ground with a sickening sound. Pain exploded from her ribs, she'd landed on her side on stones. That might not have mattered had she not been so high up, but she'd fallen from three quarters of the way up the burned tree. The wind had been thoroughly knocked from her, and Jaggeddawn couldn't muster the air she needed to scream. She couldn't breathe, couldn't breathe, couldn't...
The black molly choked in air and coughed, and the agony of that action drove the breath from her body again. How could a hunt go so wrong... Jaggeddawn couldn't move, she could hardly breathe. She'd been so happy. To her horror, she felt something cold and heavy in her stomach, expanding so fast it might consume her entirely. Terror like she'd never known before was filling her. She'd fallen too far, hit the ground too hard, she'd felt her ribs crack, something was so wrong with her chest, breathing hurt much more than it should. No.. Where was Stonespirit? Stonespirit, I need you, please, please find me. Jaggeddawn was scared, she didn't want to die, not alone, not like this, she had too many questions and she was afraid of their answers. It hurt, everything hurt, she didn't want to be alone. What if StarClan didn't take her? She'd never see Stonespirit again, never, she couldn't bare that thought, couldn't bare it, where was she, where was her blue eyed mate, she had to see her again before everything was unknown. Jaggeddawn struggled with another painful breath, trying to hold on with everything she had.
I'm gonna miss their romance so much DX Idk if you still rp Stone, but thought I'd tag you in Jagged's exit if you did