The soldier ran franticly through the underbrush, his lungs heaving as his body tried desperately to get more oxygen. Every Breathe brought with it a sharp sting. He felt a bullet whizz past his ear and dived downwards, his frantic eyes searching for some sort of cover. His breath caught on something – a bit of spittle, maybe – and he entered a coughing fit. Then there was a loud, ear-popping BANG and he felt something sickeningly wet on his chest. He groped at it, and his paw came away red with his own life essence. It doesn't hurt.. he thought, his mind growing foggy. It should hurt, shouldn't it..?
Fippy's eyes shot open, he emitted a sound like that of a strangled duck, and fell off of his bed. He sat up and rubbed his forehead, grumbling. Another nightmare.. He got to his feet and readjusted his beret, making his way to the bathroom. Flippy sighed as he got out a bottle of pills from his medicine cabinet. The small oval-ish objects rattled inside as he shook a few out into his mint-green paw. He dumped them into his mouth and shuddered as he forced himself to swallow. They tasted like earwax and bees. The green bear poked his tongue out in disgust. "Bleh.."
Flaky hummed to herself as she made her bed. She absently scratched at her quills with her right paw, scattering flakes of dandruff on the ground around her. She sighed. It was the sharpness of her quills that prevented her from washing them properly. She made sure they were clean, sure, but she couldn't wash the shampoo out properly. Sure, she smelt nice, but it irritated her scalp.
And I just used sure 3 three times in the same paragraph. Yay for me. – Emerald
Flaky, satisfied with her bed's condition, set about packing her bag for the camping trip they had planned tonight. To be honest, she was nervous, but hey, socializing was important for someone as timid as her. Apple, check. Marshmallows, check. Sleeping bag, check. First Aid Kit, Checkitty check check. Never hurts to be too careful. Except for Petunia... She decided to miss this one out. Just as well, with all the dirt and stuff. After packing other needed items such as a water bottle, Flaky forced her quills on her back to lie flat and slipped her backpack on. Oof, it was heavier than what she was used to. But she could handle it. She made her way carefully down the stairs and out the door, smiling as she felt the warm sunshine on her face. Somehow, she thought today would end better than all the others. Maybe she was right. Maybe she was wrong.