Post by rockydublin on Jul 24, 2020 22:29:17 GMT -5
Jumpsuit by Twenty One Pilots with Silverfang feat. Shellswirl
(This is a dream Silverfang is having of when he and his beloved, Shellswirl, ran away together and lived on their own.)
“Cover me!” He heard Shellswirl call out as they chased after a rabbit. The shecat leapt and caught it. She bit into it ending it’s suffering.
“I can't believe how much I hate, pressures of a new place roll my way. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me.” The two had been on their own for a while now, Silverfang worried they weren’t going to last long. Prey was far and few for them, he wondered if they should return to StreamClan. There were at least fish there. What if they weren’t cut out for this?
“I crumble underneath the weight, pressures of a new place roll my way. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me.” Silverfang was out hunting, searching for food. They hadn’t seen any for a while and it wasn’t even leaf bare. They had to have been in a place that prey rarely dwelled. Suddenly Silverfang was back in the Warrior’s Den near his nest. It made no sense, what was he doing here? Why did it feel like eyes were on him?
“Spirits in my room, friend or foe? Felt it in my youth, feel it when I'm old. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit (cover me). Dusting off my, jumpsuit, cover me. I can't believe how much I hate, pressures of a new place roll my way. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me.” He looked around and suddenly he was in front of Shellswirl... no. No, no, no, no, no. Please no. Not her. Anyone but her. They were going to have a family. He couldn’t bury her here. She deserved to be with her family. They deserved that closure. It pained him, he knew he wouldn’t be welcomed back, especially after this, but they’d accept Shellswirl, they had to. They couldn’t deny her, not like this. With tearful eyes he grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and began to drag her body back to their home.
“I'll be right there. But you'll have to grab my throat and lift me in the air. If you need anyone, I'll stop my plans. But you'll have to tie me down and then break both my hands. If you need anyone. I'll be right there. But you'll have to grab my throat and lift me in the air, (If you need anyone). If you need anyone, (if you need anyone). If you need anyone (if you need anyone). If you need anyone (If you need anyone).” He was at the entrance of the camp, no one was there, he thanked StarClan for that. It would give him time to run.
“I can't believe how much I hate
Pressures of a new place roll my way. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me oh, jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me, oh! Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me! Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me!” Shellswirl was his everything, and now she was gone. She’d at least be with family, though he hoped her spirit would stay with him, watching over him. He continued to run putting distance between himself and the clan as much as possible. Once he was far enough away all he could was scream and cry in agony at the loss. He had lost everything.
Silverfang jerked awake with a start, he looked around wildly, feeling two bodies lying on either side of him. Looking down he spotted Hawkeye, sound asleep, her head resting on his side near his stomach and Ravenkit curled up near her stomach. He carefully looked over her shoulder and met Nightstorm’s soft orange eyes.
“Hawkeye saw that you were having a nightmare. Wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Sorry about that, Nightstorm.”
“Don’t be. She cares about you. We all do. Did you want to talk about it?” The elder tom shook his head, careful not to disturb the sleeping shecat and tom.
“The memory has always been a painful one.”
“If you ever wish to talk about it, we’re all here for you.” Nightstorm assured. Silverfang smiled to the younger tom.
“Thank you, Nightstorm. Good night.”
“Good night, Old Man.” He replied before both toms fell asleep.
(This is a dream Silverfang is having of when he and his beloved, Shellswirl, ran away together and lived on their own.)
“Cover me!” He heard Shellswirl call out as they chased after a rabbit. The shecat leapt and caught it. She bit into it ending it’s suffering.
“I can't believe how much I hate, pressures of a new place roll my way. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me.” The two had been on their own for a while now, Silverfang worried they weren’t going to last long. Prey was far and few for them, he wondered if they should return to StreamClan. There were at least fish there. What if they weren’t cut out for this?
“I crumble underneath the weight, pressures of a new place roll my way. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me.” Silverfang was out hunting, searching for food. They hadn’t seen any for a while and it wasn’t even leaf bare. They had to have been in a place that prey rarely dwelled. Suddenly Silverfang was back in the Warrior’s Den near his nest. It made no sense, what was he doing here? Why did it feel like eyes were on him?
“Spirits in my room, friend or foe? Felt it in my youth, feel it when I'm old. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit (cover me). Dusting off my, jumpsuit, cover me. I can't believe how much I hate, pressures of a new place roll my way. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me.” He looked around and suddenly he was in front of Shellswirl... no. No, no, no, no, no. Please no. Not her. Anyone but her. They were going to have a family. He couldn’t bury her here. She deserved to be with her family. They deserved that closure. It pained him, he knew he wouldn’t be welcomed back, especially after this, but they’d accept Shellswirl, they had to. They couldn’t deny her, not like this. With tearful eyes he grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and began to drag her body back to their home.
“I'll be right there. But you'll have to grab my throat and lift me in the air. If you need anyone, I'll stop my plans. But you'll have to tie me down and then break both my hands. If you need anyone. I'll be right there. But you'll have to grab my throat and lift me in the air, (If you need anyone). If you need anyone, (if you need anyone). If you need anyone (if you need anyone). If you need anyone (If you need anyone).” He was at the entrance of the camp, no one was there, he thanked StarClan for that. It would give him time to run.
“I can't believe how much I hate
Pressures of a new place roll my way. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me oh, jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me, oh! Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me! Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me!” Shellswirl was his everything, and now she was gone. She’d at least be with family, though he hoped her spirit would stay with him, watching over him. He continued to run putting distance between himself and the clan as much as possible. Once he was far enough away all he could was scream and cry in agony at the loss. He had lost everything.
Silverfang jerked awake with a start, he looked around wildly, feeling two bodies lying on either side of him. Looking down he spotted Hawkeye, sound asleep, her head resting on his side near his stomach and Ravenkit curled up near her stomach. He carefully looked over her shoulder and met Nightstorm’s soft orange eyes.
“Hawkeye saw that you were having a nightmare. Wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Sorry about that, Nightstorm.”
“Don’t be. She cares about you. We all do. Did you want to talk about it?” The elder tom shook his head, careful not to disturb the sleeping shecat and tom.
“The memory has always been a painful one.”
“If you ever wish to talk about it, we’re all here for you.” Nightstorm assured. Silverfang smiled to the younger tom.
“Thank you, Nightstorm. Good night.”
“Good night, Old Man.” He replied before both toms fell asleep.