by Mistress Shadow. » Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:23 pm
Splashfoot tried hard to fight the darkness of being unconcious, and won, but the dark, black surface of living he had broken into wasn't real life, not real life at all.
He was running, his leg was still borken and he couden't breathe ((He has a fractured lung from where the dog kicked him)). Everywhere around was red with blood. The scarlet sticky stuff was oozing all around him, threatening to engulf everything. "Help!" He yowled desperately, then heard a familier mewing. WhiteLick! But as he listened her mew went from soft and loving to a dark hiss "WhiteLick, what's wrong?!" he yowled, but didn't stop running. Then, he was in a small clearing, with WhiteLick in the middle. "WhiteLick?" He panted, stopping. "LEAVE!" WhiteLick hissed, transforming into a snarling dog. "AH!" Splashfoot screamed and his eyes flew open "WhiteLick, don't hurt... Me?" He said, looking around