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THE PERPETRATOR LEFT NO TRACE. She knew that the action was suicide, and that by placing a paw even slightly on Kerrigan's body, she was signing a warrant in her own blood. Yet, duty called. The needs of her clan called. Tasman E'Claire was not a feline who could live with letting this call be unanswered. It had only been time, then, after she was given her commission, that she found herself standing in NightClan territory, her claws unsheathed. She had had to make preparations for what would happen when she did what she had to do. She had to make sure Rune was ready, and that Rune knew her intention. Once that was done, once all of her ducks were in a row, Tasman had no excuse, nothing to stop her from doing what she had been called to do. She had been quiet about it, although she left before Kerrigan was fully dead. She had sent a prayer for the Gods to forgive both her and her predecessor. Then, just as quietly as she had entered the territory, a blink, she disappeared into the night. Kerrigan Harlow, though, was not so lucky. She was not able to disappear into the night like a shadow that had never even been cast. She, too, almost knew that one day it would happen, that the Gods would call her back to them. She did not think that it would be this way, though, at the claws of an assassin that they sent. Yet, they had given her a gift before Tasman's claws buried themselves in her sides like she was a carved Christmas ham. The gods had given her the one thing that she had lost, the thing that meant the world to her. In exchange for her life, they gave her back the memories. Every single one of them, all at once. They had told her that her time had come, yet given her the one thing that they had taken. There was a part of Kerrigan that valued this more than her life itself, the chance to remember the feeling of every heartbreak, of every smile. To remember who she was, to be hole just one last time.
Hot, wet tears passed down her cheeks as it all hit her. They weren't because of the physical pain of dying; she was used to the throb of losing a life. After all, this was not the first one she had lost. Each one had hurt less than the one before. The tears running down her face were softened by the thought of her first death. She had been green as a leader when she met Green, Glowstar, whatever she chose to be called. She should have learned after her first life lost because of the fellow leader that it would be a bad idea to do anything else with her. It had hurt so badly, breaking every rib, feeling breath leave her body for the first time. Yet, the dedicate of Devonei had been too dumb to stray away from the chaos. She had fallen in love with the she-cat, and even in this final breath, she was unsure what kind of love. Now that her memories were back, and she could feel all of the things she had grown hard to, it was difficult to say. The DayClan leader had done what no other cat had ever done; pulled her completely out of her shell. Glowstar had been so insistent on breaking down every wall Kerrigan had, and in a lot of ways, she had been successful. She had cracked Kerrigan, made her feel like a part of something. Glowstar had been the first cat she truly cared about betraying, and she knew that there had been a reason the gods had put her in her path. Even though she had been nothing but trouble...
Speaking of trouble, the dying she-cat found her thoughts wandering to Cynder. Gods, be damned, Cynder. Another creature the gods had forced into her life without explanation, only for her to become an impactful part. No thinking through her life would be complete without the grey wildcard. The memories of the grey cat were less painful than the ones of Glowstar, though. They were not laced with betrayal. Cynder had just authentically always been there. Her first real friend...
She had found other friends along the way, though. Always in obscure ways, in ways that friends should not have been made in. She thought of Burningstar, the she-cat that Kerrigan had actually blackmailed. Yet, when push came to shove, the NightClan leader had been willing to open her home. She had treated Kerrigan like family, despite the fact that Kerrigan was cruel and unusual. This was a stunning kindness, especially when Kerrigan lost her memory. Burningstar had been on the front lines, right next to her brother, in trying to bring her back.
Her brother, her family.... BrookClan... The memories of BrookClan were particularly sore, mostly because she knew that she had failed them. She had brought them to a peak, but then failed to finish her work. She had let herself get distracted, let herself put other things first. The thoughts made her sick, the thoughts about BrookClan and those that she was leaving behind. The wet tears became angry, angry at herself for letting this be the way it had to be.
Yet, the memories of BrookClan also made it easier. If she was going to die, she wanted to die for them. She accepted her fate as Tasman had given it to her. She had been visited by Nivet to receive her memories, and also receive the information on her part of the great commission. She, too, would die for BrookClan. Then, she and Tasman were not too differet; they both were dying for a group they had once so fervently fought for. They were sworn enemies, yet when Tasman's paws came to her side, Kerrigan did not fight. She accepted her call, her fate...
Kerrigan's breathing became slower. She was dying, and quickly, fading into the night...
ooc : would love someone to find her before she dies dies
The earthquake had shaken NightClan to its core, cats scattering. Some making it to the clearing as Burningstar had ordered them to, others getting cut off, or lost along the way. Patrols fanned out searching for them.
Most had been able to be found but Burningstar had noticed her sister in law's absence keenly, and her concerns had grown. Kerrigan had been a part of NightClan for a while now, but the former tsar wasn't as keenly familiar with the territory as the others. Thus the NightClan leader grimly assumed she'd gotten lost somewhere and was holed up waiting to be found.
The dark ginger she cat moved about the altered terrain of NightClan's territory searching for the she cat. She had only taken herself and Lindon, as this was a family matter more than a NightClan matter. Burningstar was sure Kerrigan was just waiting for them somewhere. The tsar was mighty and smart, maybe a little unsure with her loss of memories but she'd be able to survive the earthquake and then wait for help to come.
Then a familiar scent hit her nose and the dark ginger she cat let out a relieved sigh. Kerrigan. She turned and hurried in that direction calling out to Lindon that she'd found a trace, she wasn't sure if he'd heard her.
However relief fell away when she smelled blood. Her pace quickened.
"Kerrigan?!" Burningstar called for the former tsar, then she burst out to the spot where Kerrigan lay. Her eyes widening. "Kerrigan!" She cried rushing to her side. Blood, so much blood. Enough lost for it to be lethal. When she got closer though she realized these were not injuries sustained from the earthquake but from another cat's claws. She also realized Kerrigan was still breathing, but barely. "Lindon!" She yowled for her mate, "It's Kerrigan she's bleeding out!" She shouted to him still unsure if he could hear her or not before refocusing on Kerrigan.
She glanced around, no cobwebs. And there was no way they'd get back to the makeshift camp in time to save her. So instead Burningstar crouched down beside the former tsar. "Oh Kerrigan," She said softly a note of sorrow in her voice. "Who did this to you?" She asked quietly.
Foxstar, mostly by coincidence, had chosen to enter NightClan's territory that day. Though the earthquakes didn't affect SunClan much in particular, the tremors could still be felt by their neighboring clan's border especially, and, given their alliance with the Pride, she figured that she ought to offer her aid. SunClan had herbs that were growing well in the humid areas around the Ceremony Springs, not to mention taking some from EarthClan, and prey was running well in their territory, and it's surroundings for the time of year. If nothing else, she supposed the former would be much appreciated. Thus, she'd headed for the territory to find Burningstar and speak with her about potentially offering some help to the clan.
Unfortunately, the sight she was met with wasn't so happy, as the NightClan leader's voice rose into the air, calling out the name of their amnesiac Pride member, Kerrigan. That alone was enough for her to increase her pace to a steady trot, ears pricked in curiosity as she arrived at a rather gruesome scene. Even without her skills in healing, she realized the Tsar was too long gone to save. The only thing that could save her now was a miracle. "Burningstar? Kerrigan?" She questioned, disturbingly calm at the sight of the dying feline. Of course, she didn't have the same connection as Glowstar and Burningstar had to the Tsar, so perhaps her lack of reaction made sense. If anything, it was retaliation that was brought the fox-heart's mind, planning all the cruel ways to torture the cat who dared to mess with the Pride.
