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pLuto for the horror thread with our bishops. To fight a yet undecided predator and bury a body.
The evening had been memorable in the storm clouds that were gathering within the sky, bunching together to grow darker and bring the darkness of the night earlier than it would otherwise arrive. These blots of darkness across the night sky blocked the moons light and the wind was growing steadily stronger, carrying the promise of rain within it's scents. Many had already retreated back into the dens, deciding that this night was not one they wished to be caught up in. Not when even the moon was hidden away, leaving only the cutting winds and the first pitter patters of rain. Like little curious kitten paws in their first venture out of the den.
Unluckily for Châteauroux she did not have the luxury of putting off this venture, but there were bright spots. Such as the fact she would not be alone in her suffering tonight, her fellow emissary Silverstreak also assigned to this wretched task. Investigating along the border for what had been killing and leaving mangled prey, none of their own had been caught within this mysterious predators jaws quite yet. But some loners and rouges could not claim to be as lucky, sometimes ripped up tufts of fur and blood the only sign that something terrible had happened at all.
As she stepped up beside the camp exit to wait for him the gentle rain grew steadier but not yet cutting. It easily soaked Châteauroux and her blue eyes matched the stormy skies as she hunched her shoulders and stiffened her upper lip. Stubborn and refusing to postpone this investigation due to something as trivial as the weather. Now if only Silverstreak would arrive so they could get this over with faster.
The silver tom inhaled, taking in the coolness the rain brought with it, and exhaled deeply. Ah, yes. The rain. Had it not been for the mission he was tasked to carry out, he would have spent his time in the forest watching as the droplets fell from the leaves of the many trees in their territory. It will have to wait. Stepping out into the camp entrance, the rain was becoming more of a downpour. Most cats didn't want anything to do with the precipitation, but it didn't bother him Silverstreak one bit. He made his way toward the camp entrance to meet up with his partner Châteauroux.
"My apologies for my tardiness. I had to clear to mind before this," he explained as he padded up next to her. "Shall we?"
An unknown enemy lay ahead of them. It probably would have been a better idea to bring a warrior along with them but it may not be necessary if it turns out to be just a passing predator. But something deep down told him that it will probably be more of threat and far worse than they could have imagined.
( I will be the fox that is attacking you. You will win, I will lose, but I'll be the one that says when it's dead. Without any further ado..! )
The rain beat the ground with such force that in bounced back, forming a little halo of water droplets before dispersing itself back around its original target. Heavy as the rainfall was, even now it was weakening, ebbing and flowing in sporadic intervals. One second the droplets were bullets; the next, little more than mist. As the two MoonClan Bishops began their patrol they may have made note of this strange weather although it was easy to write off: spring was just around the corner and the awkward moon between seasons was notorious for its inconsistencies.
The rain successfully blotted out the Moon Goddess which only lengthened the shadows of the forest, making it seem rather sinister. All creatures with sense had long ago taken cover... although it was not wise to so quickly assume that the weather was the cause. A hulking red-cloaked creature wandered the territory at a shocking speed, its black-clad paws tearing at the earth with each step as if the intention were to draw blood, a wicked snarl on its face as it searched for its next target. The rainfall did not slow it down one bit.
Châteauroux hummed in interest at his explanation and gave a small nod, "off we go." She spoke the words into the wind, letting them travel away from her, spoken softly for only her companion and herself to hear. She lead the way on assured steps despite the slippery wet grass and dark sky, knowing these lands like she knew the back of her paws. In truth the siamese she-cat didn't expect to find much on this journey, having assumed it was a passing dog causing the issues, perhaps a sickly thing that had been abandoned by it's twolegs. But she had insisted towards looking into it for the simple fact she worried that the killings threatened Moonclans position with the rouges and loners along their borders. What with some of their numbers being killed and parts of them turning up on the edges of Moonclan, in her careful listening she had heared discontented rumors and this seemed the best way to help stave them off.
And as such she felt no worry or hesitance in their little mission, had briefly even considered going alone before she asked Silverstreak to accompany her. The night was something Moonclan cats respected but did not fear. Tonight was no different for her, even with the shiver of something racing through the air. A forewarning or a feeling of sinister anticipation it was hard to say, but she paid it no mind regardless. "The quickest thing might be to work our way around the borders?" She spoke in question but was already heading in that direction, "we can end on the loner and rouge border."
THE BODY[soon to be mauled to the fox and killed by the bishops ]
The smell of milk clung to her and the she-cats steps were soft as she hurried along, eager to return to her little den and escape the rain. She desperately wished she had the foresight to realize the rain was on the horizon; so she could have headed out hunting earlier. But she was young and never thought much towards future consequences and as a result was left reaping little benefits from her actions. So desperate for prey she had edged into a clans territory to hunt on their fringes. Reflexively she thought it would be safe on such a dreadful night, that she would be the only one foolish enough to be out at this time. Of-course the whispers of the mauled animals and cats had come to her ears as loners had a sort of unspoken code of courtesy. But surely even monsters would be smart enough to shelter tonight it was so horrible out. Though she was perhaps being a little more dramatic that was strictly necessary, but who could blame her. Recently she had barley been getting any sleep and could only escape her den at night when others slept. Some dramatics was acceptable in her mind and so was this little stint of trespassing.
Unknown to her, tonight would be the night her recklessness caught up to her.
Silverstreak nodded and followed behind. Châteauroux had most of the details on what has been going on so he didn't mind her taking point on this excursion. Stuck in his own head as he walked through the forest, he thought of different scenarios. A dog? Another cat? An evil twoleg? No...something like that wouldn't do that, would it But based on what he was told, the state the bodies were left in and the pattern, it all made sense. A cold shudder was sent down his spine as his eyes widened. A fox. That's the only explan-
Châteauroux's words broke him out of his daze. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he replied, "Oh. Yeah. That will probably be best."
Thinking back on the idea of having an escort with them, he thought he'd speak up about it. "Don't you think it would have been a good decision to bring along a warrior?" he asked as he caught up to her. Before being appointed as a Bishop, he was MoonClan's deputy and, before that, a warrior so combat wasn't an issue but with just two of them, it may be more troublesome.
The fox came to an abrupt stop and opened its jaws, waving its head from side to side as surveyed the forest surrounding it. Of course, the rain made it nearly impossible to do any proper tracking: the downpour's rhythm, as abrupt as it was steady, drowned out most sounds while also washing away any trails. Still, a drop of drool escaped the fox's mouth as it turned its head in the direction of the curious young queen. It stood still for maybe thirty seconds before redirecting itself toward his target with a cackling, coughing, overall wretched yelp of glee escaping its throat. It sounded like it was choking.
Finally, the young she-cat was in sight. She couldn't have seen the fox coming: One second she was alone, the next its razor-shap claws embedded themselves into her flank, forcing her to the ground with an almost supernatural strength. Up close the fox looked disgusting. Its eyes were slightly glazed over and crusty; it was missing several teeth; a dark, rancid goo dripped out of its mouth and, perhaps most notable, the abomination reeked. This was no normal odor: This was the smell of death.
Its gaping maw stretched forward, the fox's cloudy eyes somehow clearly focused on her throat. The rain reached a fever-pitch.
The scream that broke through the rain was ear shattering in it's shrillness, the she-cat barley had time to react before the fox was on her. Barley getting her bearings her frenzied adrenaline filled mind could only think of one thing 'escape, escape, escape'. So it was with little regard that when she saw teeth flashing near her face she ripped herself from the foxes claws, digging gouges deeply along her flank as they ran across her. Her own claws digging into the foxes face as she made a wild flail towards freedom. The pain wasn't something she could feel right then, panic forcing her to move. Slipping in the mud she almost went down but managed to scrambled forward, hurriedly fleeing the rabid animal, shock keeping her moving. Something deep and dark in her knew there would be no escape but fear of death, fear of the unknown, kept her desire to fight for her life burning bright. She couldn't abandon them.
"Did you hear that?" Châteauroux wondered as she perked her ears and listened towards the distant ringing of what she swore was a scream. Something feverish in its pitch and frenzied in cadence; something that spoke of true terror. Silverstreaks question all but forgotten as she listened closer but the sound of rain was all that surrounded them now and she wondered if she was imagining things. Her paws moved almost without her control, light steps carrying her towards where she thought she heard the scream, pace a light gallop. Not a run, she would not be so undignified to run, but it was a brisk movement she set them on.
Trusting the tom to follow her as he had done this far, not able to claim to know him well. But even in these few interactions he struck her as one, who even if he himself didn't hear the noise, would investigate it regardless. Perhaps it was the weather, perhaps it was the uneasiness from the recent changes in Moonclan, but something was telling her to be wary. To move quickly but take caution, for there would be more to this night than either of them could have assumed.
Silverstreak paused mid-step, thinking he had heard a noise, a scream, off in the distance. That's odd. That almost sounds like a scr-. Just as he was about to finish his thought he saw that that Châteauroux started off at a quicker pace and he followed suit. Maybe this had something to do with the past events? The rain was starting to pick up, adding to the eeriness of the dark forest. Water splashed up around his paws wherever he stepped splattering his fur. As more rain clouds started to occupy the sky, less light was becoming available, but that wasn't an issue for MoonClan cats. He couldn't say the same for those outside of the clan. Following close behind his companion, he watched his step, careful of his surrounding. He knew the territory well, but he couldn't be too sure of what could have been washed away or loose from the torrential rain.
If they were lucky, that sound could have come from one of the various creatures that inhabited the forest. If they weren't lucky, then it must have to be the worst case scenario. Only a predator such as a fox can provoke that kind of fear response. Another shiver shot down his spine.
Brambles ripped at her fur and ferns tangled at her ankles, the forest fighting against her. As if trying to send her sprawling, to leave a perfect buffet for the fox so it could finish it's job. She could only assume the creature was toying with her, for it made little sense why she did not have snarling jaws clamped around her. Eyes blown wide she risked a glance over her shoulder and in this moment of inattention went tumbling down an embankment. Falling and twisting, trying to find purchase only for loose stones to tumble down with her and mud to coat her pelt. Her open wounds tore deeper and she choke back another wail before she finally came to a crashing halt. Laying on her side body feeling twisted and broken she panted and swore she could feel her own blood draining out around her. The rain swallowing it up into the muck of the ground below her.
Entering the moorlands, with it's rolling hills and hidden embankments Châteauroux had no choice but to slow her pace. Having to take care on the slopes, even the mild ones, for it was easy to loose ones footing even without the horrible weather and visibility. Blinking against the water down clinging to her fur she listened but heard nothing other than the howling winds and their own breathing. Not bothering to scent the air as nothing would be gained by such a thing with the weather.
It was pure luck that had her turning slightly to wander along the edge of the moor where it was swallowed into the woods. Perhaps it was divine intervention that had her noticing the grooves dug into the ground, as if something had ripped up the earth trying to desperately get it's footing. Looking down the steep embankment she made out a mangled shape though it was to far to quite tell what it was. "Down there, do you see it?" She asked Silverstreak turning to nudge him and pointing her tail towards it. There seemed to be no outward movement and she wondered if it wasn't just a fallen branch, but the ripped up earth they were standing next to spoke otherwise.
( so so so sorry I took so long to get to this <3 can't keep up sometimes xD )
The fox chattered at the wounded she-cat with nonsense phrases that very nearly sounded like words. It watched its target fall down the embankment with an unreadable expression but did not hesitate to follow despite its rugged pathway. In fact, the fox, too, lost its balance and twisted its paws, but managed to stay upright even though one of its paws was now jutting out at an unnatural angle. It peered over at its immobilized victim with a toothy grin as dark drool dripped from its mouth, staining all it touched a rotten, tar-colored black. Since its target was no longer running, the red-furred creature was a little less hurried, more deliberate. It was not acting like the vicious fox it had been just moments ago.
"PrEtTy gIrL." It chocked out suddenly. Its eyes were clearer now, a faded yellow, although its gaze was still unfocused, almost like it was somewhere else entirely. It lifted its crooked paw and gently stroked the side the queen's face while making cooing noises. Its touch was so, so tender, just how a queen would stroke her kit's head, it would have been soothing if the fox didn't look like a horror and reek of death and decay.
"MINE!" It howled suddenly, like the flip of a switch, its eerie smile scrunched up into a vicious snarl. The fox lunged forward and wrapped its gaping maw around the neck of its target.
The scenery changed around them, as did the smell of the air eve. We must be getting close to the moorlands. He looked around to get his bearings to know where and how to place his paws in front of him. He barely heard the sound of Châteauroux's question over the rain. "Hmm?" he grunted as he looked at her. A quick nudge from her prompted him to follow the direction her tail was pointing to. He squinted as he peered down ahead of them. There was something definitely there but he couldn't place what it was, but something about seemed familiar. What is that? A dead animal? He looked to Châteauroux. "Did you want to go down and see what that it?" he called out over the rain.
Châteauroux started to nod before a shape leaped by her and towards the crumpled form on the bottom. she let out a startled yelp and stumbled to the side and into Silverstreak. Realizing it was a fox after a furious, seemingly slow motion moment, of blinking rain out of her eyes and getting her footing back under herself. "Fox!" She cried perhaps redundantly, rushing forward and down the embankment on slippery steps before crashing into the fox. Not thinking, blinded by the thought that she was about to watch this fox kill a cat, something she couldn't do without trying to stop it. Raising on her hind-legs she dug her front paws claws extended into the foxes flank, leaning forward and clamping her jaws into it's rump. Swinging her head to rip through the foxes skin and trying to get it to release the poor cat. Oddly feeling a pang of regret for just a moment ago thinking that cat was just a fallen branch, something she wouldn't recognize as odd until later after the adrenaline drained from her system.
The fox hardly even flinched as Châteauroux's claws dug into its flank. The hulking creature only tensed its legs as to hold the cat's weight without buckling down on top of its primary prey. It hurriedly bit down until it heard a crunch and released the pressure on the Queen, knowing full well that she wasn't going to be able to move anymore - at least, not very quickly - then whipped around to face its attacker. Up close the fox was absolutely rotten. It was covered in all kinds of wounds, many inflamed, others straight up necrotic. Even the rain was struggling the mask the stench of rot and decay that clung to its pelt like a kit to its mother.
"BACK OFF!" It roared as it twisted its neck an unnatural angle to try and bite down on Châteauroux's shoulder, "I丅'丂 从工𠘨乇!"
Silverstreak was caught by surprise by Châteauroux bumping into him causing him to stumble and lose his footing. He was for stunned for a moment, the world spinning and water seeping into his eyes more. He squeezed his eyes shut, shutting out the water and opened them again. A familiar smell brought him to his senses. A fox! His eyes frantically searched around for it. His eyes locked onto a large dirty amber mass and Châteauroux in an engagement. Snapping into action, he sprinted toward the two of them. Avoiding the snapping jaws of the predator, he ran around to the backside and leaped onto its back, unsheathing his claws and digging them into its pelt. Biting into it, a foul and bitter taste filled his mouth. If not for the situation they were in, he would have let go. But he couldn't. This creature was a threat and had to be dealt with immediately. Strengthening his resolve, his bit down harder."
Châteauroux let out a yowl of pain as the foxes jaws clamped down on her shoulder before gritting her teeth and cutting it off. Having let go of her attack on the creatures rump when it got a hold of her. No need to attract more chaos than there already was an oddly rational voice spoke in her thoughts. Twisting and swinging up a paw she clawed at the predators face, hoping to get at the eyes but ready to settle for any sort of painful damage she could impart on the other animal. Her hind legs curled up to kick out along the foxes underbelly, the only thing she could reach in her odd position. She was wary to rip herself away from the fox, not wanting to ruin her shoulder forever if it tore through something important. She hoped Silverstreak would manage to get at something vital while the animal had it's jaws full of her.
The grotesque vixen coughed on fist-fulls of Châteauroux's creamy fur, leaving a black tarry substance on the pelt, now revealed to be congealed blood. Up close this fox was very ill with puss seeping out of is nose and collecting around is sickly yellow eyes. It was sluggish in response to the bishop's attacks but did not seem to be phased whatsoever by the pain. It didn't even flinch when Châteauroux practically gouged out one of its eyes, dark blood turning its copper face a deeper shade of crimson.
"IT'S MINE ITS MINE!" It barked and stumbled back, finding that its hind leg was simply not supporting its balance. The creature wavered but was still upright. It lifted up its crooked paw and slammed it against Châteauroux like a mace, trying to bludgeon its attacker away so it would not miss its meal. The queen, though, but for how long, it was anyone's guess.
Releasing his jaw from the foxes fur, he crawled toward its head. He dug his claws back into its skin and began batting at the foxes eyes, attempting to blind it. Seeing that none of his attacks were doing any real damage, he quickly re-evaluated his actions. Feeling the fox's weight shift as if it was losing his balance gave him an idea. Dropping from it's back, he went toward the back legs, latching onto one of them and pulled with all his strength. That same sour taste filled his mouth again and he couldnt help but grimace as he did it. He cursed in his mind and pulled hard, hoping to drop the beast or at least distract it enough for Châteauroux to escape its grasp.
