Moss sat in silence, for moment or two, she thought everyone in her tribe ran away or hid,the overbearing silence made her very curious.
she opened her eyes at peeked from the darkened cave,The marshland spread far and wide, she saw blood,then bodies, then, her tribe,barely surviving, she felt very cowardly, she stepped out, breathing heavily.
Moss limp-ran over to Mire, who was laying on the muddy ground, the didn't see his chest rising and falling like how it was supposed to, she looked at the injuries he had all over his body, she looked at her brother, already tearing up as he didn't respond to her.
"Mire!"
Moss yelled, her voice rising in volume as she begged for him to still be alive, she dug her head in his chest, crying her eyes out as her brothers and sisters soon regrouped around their grieving sister.
"what's wrong-" *Egret said, being cut off by the horrid realization that Mire was gone, Egret sat down by Moss, trying to be calm from the loss of their dear brother.
She wrapped a warm but torn wing over Moss, thought she felt comforted, she also felt destroyed, someone she loved so much is now gone, and she hated herself for not protecting him, even though she didn't know what would happen, no one did.
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Moss's Story
FantasyMoss is a mud-wing OC of mine with a birth defect which basically deleted her arm shes the second born of her siblings and doesn't let her non-existent arm get in the way. ALSO READ this is one of my first stories so expec...
