"Your visions are nothing to fear Shadowpaw, you need not be afraid of what you see. You have a gift from our ancestors, do not be ungrateful for what they have bestowed upon you." - Troutleap, Shadowbelly's mentor and the former Apothecary
Shadowpaw was trembling, his claws digging deep into the damp earth beneath him. His fur stood on end, wired and electric as he witnessed the visions before him.
The sun was ablaze in an ever changing mosaic display. It's beams sharpened like the tips of a claw or shards of glass in the sky.
It was pulsating and hot.
Lapping like flames.
Billowing as if smoke.
Waves of heat, distorting the world in its glow.
At any moment it felt like he was going to be burned alive. Scorched into the earth, nothing but the shadow he casted as evidence he was ever witness to such a spectacle. But it never came. What did was the world spinning and then everything turning black.
If he had been more resilient, more accepting of these gifts, perhaps he would have been able to make sense of it in time.
It was easier to think that way and take the blame than accept that sometimes you just don't know the answers. A mercy he would not allow himself as his paws gently grazed the ash blanketed cats lying amongst faintly crackling embers.
art is a collaboration between myself and my roommate kazideus on twitter - i did the sketch and they painted
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