08-03-2018, 10:04 PM
There was no way Mira would make it to sunrise. She wasn't a fighter and she was, in fact, weak. How was she supposed to get through the night? Mira was sure she'd be taken down as soon as someone even tried fighting her. She didn't really stand a chance against her bigger clanmates, and she hoped she could outrun them at the very least.
That didn't even begin to cover her other worries. This tradition didn't seem safe, and it was just leading to Tanglewood members injuring each other. Plus, walking into a cemetery in the middle of the night, especially with the slight scent of blood, was terrifying. It was dark, full of people who were determined to attack her, and possibly many more threats. None of this was safe and was clearly bad for Mira's stress levels. The serval had been standing outside of the cemetery for a while, watching everyone enter. She really couldn't do this, could she? It wasn't like she had much of a choice in the end, so with a deep breath and shaky pawsteps, Mira had entered the graveyard.
That didn't even begin to cover her other worries. This tradition didn't seem safe, and it was just leading to Tanglewood members injuring each other. Plus, walking into a cemetery in the middle of the night, especially with the slight scent of blood, was terrifying. It was dark, full of people who were determined to attack her, and possibly many more threats. None of this was safe and was clearly bad for Mira's stress levels. The serval had been standing outside of the cemetery for a while, watching everyone enter. She really couldn't do this, could she? It wasn't like she had much of a choice in the end, so with a deep breath and shaky pawsteps, Mira had entered the graveyard.