Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-27600777-20171003223255

Fadestep turned back to her original form, feeling dizzy. She'd never killed a jammer before. Blood stained her paws. Feeling sick at what she had done, she turned and fled, tears in her eyes.

What did I do?

Somebody I killed could be someone else's Moonholly.

She ran, then turned into her dragon form and tried to fly. Her torn wing ached and she couldn't get off the ground.

She slunk away, turning back to her original form. Her long tail trailed in the grass.

I'm just another wildcat.

Nobody will ever have to die at my paws again.

She curled at the base of a tree and slept fitfully.