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Their kits were gone. Even the ones that’d made it to students were now nowhere to be found. Rumors were running fast and high. Everyone stating that the Karners had killed them. The parents had something to do with it. We’re they wrong? No one knew. Corpseflower definitely wasn’t one anyone would believe. Most already called her insane. It didn’t help that she heard voices with every step she took and saw others with every turn of her head. Who wasn’t to stay she’d killed her own kits. She wasn’t even sure some days. It was those thoughts, those rumors, those bits of gossip that had spurred her to leave camp and travel through the mountain. Her paws carried her higher, up the mountain and into the clouds. Rocky terrain and fragile paths, greeted her at every step. But soon her paws found more solid ground. A space few found and fewer returned too. A tale with a rumor of death and love just as her own. She loved her kits, but she had no idea what had happened to them. Couldn’t remember. The voices spoke one thing, the whispers of clan mates another. Which did she believe? Both? Neither? She paced. Paws coming close to the edge and back again.
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 30, 2021 19:02:01 GMT -5
Dealfinder found himself following in Corpseflower's pawsteps after some time. The tom himself wasn't so sane either, though he didn't seem to realize it. After all, he was still in denial his brother was dead, let alone the version he saw was a hallucination. It was almost poetic, that the couple shared insanity in some form or other. Or, it would be, if it wasn't so sad.
He probably should have cared more about his kits, but much like his father, he didn't seem to pay nearly so much mind to his children as he ought to. Crowluster, however, that hallucination he denied was a hallucination, seemed quite obsessed with the idea. Was that why he was following his mate so insistently? The black and white tom honestly wasn't sure, only pausing when she came into his sight and he realized where they were. "Corpseflower?"
(Sorry I was sick and it’s taken me a moment to get back into things!) Honeystorm
Corpseflower didn’t stop pacing, paws carrying on as whispered words left her mouth. There were voice where too. Talking, whispering, telling her she’d failed as a mother. They spoke others passages too. Ones in relation to her missing kits, to her lover, about the rumors in camp and on and on they went. They ha don’t let her rest all night and had finally driven her paws to walk, leading her in their own way to this mountain ledge. Finally another voice registered, but she could t be sure it was truly there, she wasn’t sure any of them were there but they all sounded so real. “That’s my name. Yes. Yes. I’m Corpseflower.”
