~Character Bio~ Name - Fairyfolk Age - a closely guarded secret Female - She/They ~Character Backstory~ Sparks flew past through the town of Heartbrew, dodging surprised citizens. She couldn’t stay here, not after what they did. Not after they took her brother. Storm was the most adorable, most behaving, most truthful person he knew, and he’d tried so hard to be good. He didn’t understand why the queen of Heartbrew had singled him out to be sacrificed to the timberwolves. The forest was dark tonight. Super dark, more dark than ever before. Storm’s face was streaked with dust, his fur tangled with leaves and twigs. In the distance, a timberwolf howled. Storm froze, not moving an inch. Glowing red eyes were suddenly surrounding him. Sparks broke into the forest, sobbing softly. She ran and ran and ran. As she entered the middle of the forest, night had fallen. It was bitter cold outside, she pulled her red hood over her ears for warmth. Her breath steamed in a cloud around her muzzle. A voice whispered in the shadows. “What’s your name, little girl?” A timberwolf growled, and simultaneously, they attacked. Storm shrieked, jumping into the nearest bush. He thought about the queen. She’d sacrificed HIM to the timberwolves. Why him? Why not troublemaking Sprout, who interrupted during class and was always rude to everybody? Of course she didn’t sacrifice him, Sprout was the beloved prince of Heartbrew. A timberwolf landed on his back. He gave up, crying quietly. This was the end for poor Storm. “What is your name?” The voice rasped again. “Sparks…” The orange cat replied. “No, no, no,” said the voice. “That won’t do. You’re in the forest now, sweetie. You’ll need your entry scar, villager.” A heavy weight landed on Sparks. A blistering pain seared over her left eye, flames lancing over the fur. She screamed as claws lashed at it. “There we go,” said the voice, pleased with itself. “Take him to the central village, Toadstool,” said a commanding female voice. “We can’t just let another sacrifice die to the Flamebarks.” A rope wrapped around Storm, tying his mouth shut and trapping his leg. He was tossed be wooden claws onto what felt like a log. “Don’t worry, punk,” The bossy timberwolf said. “You’re with the Rivertails now.” “You, come with me,” The voice hissed. Sparks followed, even though… never mind that, the pain still was as sharp as before, and b!ood dripped down her cheek. They came to a clearing, and Sparks noticed almost immediately the wooden structures that circled the town. The voice revealed itself. The broad-shouldered she-cat looked old, older than the oldest cat Sparks had ever seen. ~To be continued~
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