◤For the next few days I'm◥
doing a contest and will not be making covers because of my lack of an iPad! The following is for ◣nightmflight 's contest◢

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Round one | Sap

❝ Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different? ❞

-C.S. Lewis

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The OC I'm using is Hazelstreak from @ / warriorzlove 's STAR roleplay. And the territory from @ / kingfoxsr's SALTSPRAY roleplay.
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     A mahogany and sepia tabby she-cat was sitting with her tail furled around her paws, her eyes closed and directed towards the apex of the atmosphere where the sun hung lazily in the sky, its heat diffusing onto the territory. She turned her chartreuse eyes towards the sea, where brilliant cobalt tainted waves cascaded down onto a khaki shore line. She stood up and padded to the shore, re-closing her eyes as waves rushed around her paws, engulfing them in a translucent ripple. Her day had been rough, her father falling ill to the unknown sickness that had enveloped over half of the clan.

The mackerel she let her paws guide her deep Into the territory, the shore line pinpricked with small shells here and there, drawing the young warriors attention with every slurred paw-step she took. Further and further she went, every step getting deeper into unfamiliar territory. She looked up after a while, taking in the foreign beach encircling her. "Hazelpaw?" A voice called softly, making the tabby she-cat jump in fright, pulling away from where the noise came from. "W-who's there." Her timid voice asked, a bewildered look in her eyes.

It- she -didn't respond, for a small rustle came from the nearby palm tree, someone peeking out from behind it. "Hazel?" She asked again, her voice was smooth and mellow, extremely subdued and slow; honey like. The tabby she-cat let her breath hitch in her throat. She knew that voice, how did she know that voice?! A brunette tabby slipped from behind the tall tree, fur plastered to her sides and dripping with water. She was bone thin, her ribs clearly showing through her sternum in sharp angles. Her pelt was similar to that of Hazelstreak's, though it was a hue lighter in shade.

"Tidepaw?" She whispered, voice on the verge of breaking. No. It wasn't her. It couldn't be. She was gone. "I-I go by Tide now." She whispered, padding slowly towards Hazelstreak, who took steps back in turn of her steps forward. "Your dead." She hissed lightly, awe replacing with vexation and ire. "You left me!" She hissed to the she-cat. "You were my sister and you left!" She yowled towards her, though her voice was still hushed. "I had to.." she muttered in return. "Why?!" The mackerel she demanded towards her sister, though she had never fully given her that title. "Hazelpa--" she started, getting interrupted by Her "sister". "Its Hazelstreak now." She muttered under her breath, voice not completely ridded of fury, but the emotion was slightly taken away.

     "Well- Hazelstreak -you don't understand why I left," she began, Hazelstreak listening to her words, no matter how hard she wanted them not to be there. "I left because he made me." She finished, her words cutting off towards the end, a tear cascading down her muzzle and onto her jawline. "Who?" Hazelstreak asked, positioning herself into a sitting form, tail curling around her paws as Tide did the same.

"Rookstride."

     Hazelstreak tensed at her fathers name, their fathers name. "Your lying." Was all she managed to whisper, all she managed to choke out. "Why would he do that?" She asked in a frighteningly hushed tone, immediately getting light-headed. "Let's just say he.. Did something.." Tide mumbled to her sister, her tail flicking back and forth in clear vacillation. "What--did he-he do?" The mackerel tabby asked her timid sister, though did she really want to know the answer..?

     "He was.. with another she-cat, at the border. She was a kitty-pet, he said that he loved her. She said the same to him. I was taking my warrior assessment, and I heard him. Then he saw me. I saw him, the look of trepidation clear on his face." She paused to take a few deep breaths, meeting her green eyes to that of Hazelstreaks. "He attacked me, and threatened me. My mentor jumped out and took on Rookstride. He-he killed him, and I ran." The words fumbled out of her mouth, as if she wasn't able to contain them for much longer.

     A sob shook Tide's shoulders, a look of angst settled upon both of their features, especially on that of Hazelstreak's. "No.." was all she whispered, all that she could say. "He's going to die." Hazelstreak murmured to her sister. "No! Hazel! It's fine, really, don't think like that!" Tide's frantic voice pleaded. "No, really, he's sick.. really sick." Hazelstreak explained, tears now falling down her muzzle as well.

"Good. Let him die."

     
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Gah, this ending! I knew I had to end it.. so why not on a sad note..? Eh, I hope you liked it!
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