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If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Sept 26, 2021 20:23:27 GMT -5
A group of kits played in a little grassy clearing, the sun shining overhead with a crisp breeze making the warm day feel a little cooler. A big black tom wiggled his haunches before launching a moss ball straight towards Fatekit's face "Hey Bracken, your turn!!" before laughing and bouncing around waiting on the moss ball to be tossed back to him "Hurry up, your moving like a snail today"
Behind the black tom several other kits were wrestling with one another while several adults lounged around watching. stardance
Post by stardance on Sept 26, 2021 21:25:33 GMT -5
Wait... I'm not Bracken. Fatekit woke inside this dream, and he just had a weird feeling about it. It was just... strange. He didn't recognize any of the cats here, and they all seemed to recognize him. And they liked him. He smiled. "Yeah, sorry!" He threw it back to the other tom. "You're so impatient Ripple! It's like you have a more important game to play!" He wiggled his haunches and readied himself for the next throw. It was just like SunClan, but they didn't have warrior names. Weird.
It was so peaceful. He had heard of dark times from the clan's warriors, and even in the present they seemed uneasy. But here they were at peace. There was no uneasy backdrop or anything. "Betcha' can't hit me!"
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Sept 27, 2021 12:28:57 GMT -5
The black Kit growled playfully “oh yeah?!?” He hit the ball hard sending it over Bracken’s head as it landed at the feet of an unknown cat….
Standing in the entrance to clearing was a very large orange cat, his fur billowing out wards in an impressive wave of flaming fur. Upon his forehead was painted a towering flame, with tendrils of red, orange, and yellow wrapping around his muscular frame in an intricate design. He moved forward, his steps confident and assured. The moss ball being kicked away as the hissing crowd parted before him. Standing next to the stranger, even the adults whom had been watching the kits play seemed small and weak
”We have you surrounded” his low voice echoed through the clearing, sending the black kit Bracken had been playing with to cower “And now, you must die” with no hesitation, his powerful claws slashed through the throat of a brown tabby she-cat. Panic artistes in the clearing as more painted cats streamed inside, and the slaughter began.
Post by stardance on Sept 27, 2021 20:28:56 GMT -5
He giggled and ducked as the ball went soaring over his head. He spun around and his ears went back as he backed away. All the paints and designs... and that drawing on his forehead. It looked just like what his mom wore! He wanted to smile, but couldn't... he was afraid. So, so afraid. And now you must die. And the chaos ensured. Fatepaw dodged and weaved through the writhing masses. "MOMMMMMMMMM!" He cried out. Blood splattered as his paws as cats fell around him. He ran into Ripple and hissed before realizing who it was. "W-what should we do?"
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Sept 27, 2021 20:47:44 GMT -5
Ripple seemed freaked out as he flattened himself to the ground "We should hide" he choked out. A little squeak escaping his jaws as one of the adults nearly toppled over on top of him. He stood to try and run as a paw landed on his tail. He screamed as claws dug into his tail and he was lifted into the air dangled like he was nothing more than a piece of prey "RUN BRACKEN" he pleaded, as the painted cat behind him chuckled
"Running won't do you any good. You have no where to go"
Post by stardance on Sept 27, 2021 21:38:47 GMT -5
He nodded furiously to his friend, "Yeah, but--" and then the cat barreled into him. He flew through the air and landed flat on his chest. He struggled to stand with the wind being knocked out of him, but he still heard his friend. Run. His paws barely felt like they were touching the earth. Cats fell left and right. Fatekit didn't know them, but they all felt like his Clanmates. Then he stopped. His mother's lifeless eyes stared up at him. Their deep blue had never been so, so chilling. Tears flowed like a river down his cheeks as he ran into the nursery and huddled to the floor underneath all the moss he could gather. "No, no, no, no..." He whispered underneath his breath.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Sept 28, 2021 19:37:22 GMT -5
Shrill screams filled the clearing, blood pooling onto the grass. Until everything went quiet, save for the labored breathing of the painted cats. They moved through the clearing, and began to pick up and carry the bodies toward the center making sure that they were dead. Those that were not, soon had their throat sliced before being tossed onto the pile with the others. The painted cats went about their task with solemn faces, and even though they had just slaughtered all that cats within the confines of the camp no one seemed to be happy about what they had done. They went den by den, leaving no nest unturned as they arrived in the nursery. Nests were torn apart and scattered, until the moss covering Bracken was lifted.
Standing above him was that cat who had ordered the slaughter. Crimson blood splattered across his golden face, as he pulled Bracken out into the open "I'm sorry for what I must do little one, but you can not be allowed to live" in a swift move, the cat's jaws clamped down on the kit's throat. With one shake, ending his life.
Post by stardance on Sept 28, 2021 21:55:44 GMT -5
Fatepaw, or Bracken, rocked back and forth underneath that moss for what seemed like hours. The screams just never stopped. The scent of blood filled the air, and seemed to saturate it. He could not even smell the moss right in front of his nose, which itself had a red tinge from blood flowing in from the outside. Then it stopped, and the occasional scream tore through the air. He could hear more shuffling about outside, until he finally felt the others' pawsteps as they entered the den. His breathing almost stopped altogether... and he found him. He looked up to the cat towering above... and fear paralyzed him. He could only cry silent tears as the cat picked him up and carried him out. In his last moments, he saw his friend's corpse get thrown on top of the pile, and then his mother's lifeless eyes. Then he felt teeth tear into his neck. And then nothing...
