Beetlesheen had heard rumors, some cats called it a curse, others a blessing. Deep within the trees of the gathering grove lay a puddle of blood colored water, it called for a sacrifice. As he walked closer to it, carrying his particular offering he felt the throb of the cut on his neck, only a further reminder of what it had cost him to be here. He blinked, trying to get the terrifying image of the fox closing its teeth around his neck. In a place like this it wasn't hard to imagine the blood in the puddle was his. Pushing down his fear he sat by the edge, he dropped his offering to the ground, then gently scooped it up with a claw before dropping it into the blood water stuff with a little splash. He waited, and waited. It was getting dark, he was getting angry. His claws digging into the ground. What was this? Nothing to show for his pain, did this /thing/ not like his offering, his face was scrunched up in such rage. His nose twitched, he stood up. His rage turned into confusion, he smelt burning leaves, he turned, a patch of quickly spreading fire shone in the dim light, he twisted, his tail was on fire, blue flames twisted and flickered. "Impossible" Tiny tears flickered into his eyes, he flopped to the ground, it wasn't possible, this wasn't his life, but, at least for not it was, thanks to something, or someone?He stared at the ground, his mind spinning He wasn't forgotten, he was blessed.
Art belongs to me, @silverleaf209 (lol, this is the only Bee art I have done so far) Rp + Event belong to @t1red
