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(In Elyon-kun's quest for eyes, a young SunClan apprentice, we'll call him Twisterpaw was killed by her claws and his eyes taken. No trace of PI's assassin to be was left behind, SunClan can feel free to blame either rogues, one of the clans, or the regime, but they won't know it's Elyon-kun she was careful to leave no trace. The warning is cause he gets his eyes taken out and I didn't want to freak anyone out)
A young light brown tabby tom lay on the ground of SunClan's rogue border. Twisterpaw had a gash like a crimson smile carved into his throat the cause of his death. But the most haunting thing was his eyeless sockets gazing blankly up towards the sun.
There was no trace of the killer, they'd been careful to hide who they were.
A soft sigh rose from the Soothsayers chest as he walked. He could see circling scavenger birds in the sky, peaking his interest. Shock ran through his body when he saw the apprentice laying there lifeless, causing him to choke back a noise of distress. He was used to seeing bodies, but this was horrific.
Firecollapse noticed the birds flying overhead, scavengers of the rotting and dead. His ears tilted forward and he frowned, letting his paws carry him through the territory until his sides were heaving with deep breaths. He smelled a combination of Soothsayer's fear-scent, and the smell of Twisterpaw's blood. The large tom came to a slow halt as he reached the apprentice's body, tasting vile in the back of his throat at the lack of eyes and the deep cut in the young tom's neck. He looked at Soothsayer, swallowing before he finally spoke. "Do you know what happened?"
He took a second to compose himself before replying. “N-No. I saw the prey birds and came to see what they were after. This was the last thing I was expecting.” He took a slow step towards the body, trying to figure out what happened.
Firecollapse leaned down toward Twisterpaw, sniffing his broken bottom, tasting vile at the back of his throat at the smell. "I don't think it's a clan cat, maybe a rogue?" He asked, looking around for any sign that the attacker might still be close by.
