warrior cats · dark and gritty · tragic backstory · hidden identity · emerald eyes · black shecat · guilt-ridden · volatile temper · isolation · prophecy
Hollyleaf tumbled into the subterranean dark, the tunnel mouth sealed by a landslide of dirt and rock. **Damn it**, she hissed internally, panic rising. She had only wanted to escape her siblings, not be trapped. The air smelled of damp earth and water. In the dim light, she surveyed the branching paths, some opening to wider caves, others vanishing into blackness. Spotting a patch of soft, fluffy dirt suitable for resting, she curled up on the edge, eyes open, mind replaying the troubles that had driven her here.