⊹ ⸉ˏ∅ (( ❝ a path walked once before - srp 1 ❞ )) ‧₊˚ ∅*࿐

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⊹ ⸉ˏ∅ (( ❝ a path walked once before - srp 1 ❞ ))‧₊˚ ∅*࿐ Relations: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1369927715/ Requests: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1369934847/ Tracker: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1369941140/ Studio: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/51887162/ ((‿̩̩̥̽━━━━━━━━━₊‧* ✧ˏ⸉˚ ━━━━━━━━━‿̩̩̥̽)) ❝ You've been waiting so long to find it in yourself that you have nothing You've been trying to find yourself through the years from the start to the finish line Think for yourself Prove to everyone that your life means something Do you want to feel alive? ❞ ((‿̩̩̥̽━━━━━━━━━₊‧* ✧ˏ⸉˚ ━━━━━━━━━‿̩̩̥̽)) Time ran out faster than sand trickling out of paws. Knowing was out of time. Out of time to decide–the future awaited and yet she still didn’t know which path she’d take. Which path she /should/ take. On one paw was Wolfsbanewhisper and Craftypaw. The medics. Their lives were gentle yet fulfilling and each was gifted with speaking to the stars. Unjudged by others, praised. Above all. And yet, on the other was Viperfishpaw, Carambolabloom. The warriors. Patrolling and hunting and defending the clan. It sounded wonderful, yet…not all Nyx wanted. Which was weird. The kit had always been humble. Why did she want more now? Why did she feel hollow at the prospect of living a simple life as a warrior? She knew. And for once, That scared her. She couldn’t be wanting more because of…/him/. She couldn’t be falling into /his/ snare. She couldn’t become /him/. No. No No, no, no, no, no, no, No. Resolution pulsed though her once more. -<No.>- -<”I am nothing like him.”>- An empty promise was carried off on the wind. She was nothing like him. Yet following his path. ((‿̩̩̥̽━━━━━━━━━₊‧* ✧ˏ⸉˚ ━━━━━━━━━‿̩̩̥̽)) Based on this thread, in which Flickersable begins his attempt to get Knowli to join the dark side (mwahahahaha): https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33866804/comments/#comments-332058900 ((‿̩̩̥̽━━━━━━━━━₊‧* ✧ˏ⸉˚ ━━━━━━━━━‿̩̩̥̽))