- Aww man! I just had to be asleep then, didn't I?
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The Kill wrote:
Foxswift lay peacefully in the medicine cat den, nose tucked
into his red-brown fur. He slept deeply, hopeful about the
abundant season that stretched before the clan; they had
begun to find plentiful stocks of herbs already, and newleaf
had only just begun. A cool breeze drifted over him; it was
not unpleasant, but the sudden shift in temperature jolted
him awake.
"Foxswift?" Asked the cat quietly, trying not to disturb the
rest of the clan. The tom turned to face them, his eyes
quickly adjusting to better see his clanmate. "There's a tick
that's been bothering me all night, and I can't sleep. Do you
have mouse bile for it?" They asked, sitting down.
The medicine cat took a quick stock of his supplies. "I'm
afraid I've run out. But if it would help you rest, perhaps
you could help me gather some?" He asked, standing and
stretching as he padded out of the den briskly. The other
cat nodded and followed after him, catching up before
matching his pace.
***
After some time, the two had begun to near the river, the
medicine cat following his clan mate as they tracked the
scent of a non-existent mouse back to its equally
fabricated burrow. Foxswift chuckled. "My senses must be
dull after staying in camp for so long. Good thing you
came along." He meowed, as the other cat paused just
by the riverbank.
"That's funny..." His clanmate meowed, leaning closer to
the edge of the water, "The scent ends here. Unless you
can find something?..."
The russet-furred tom nodded slightly, crouching close
to the edge of the water and attempting to pick up the
scent of the mouse. "I'm sorry, I can't tell. Maybe it-"
His thought was cut off before he could finish it. His
attacker barreled forward, thrusting the medicine cat into
the icy water of the river with a wicked gleam in their
eye. Foxswift felt himself immediately tugged under by
the current, his body paralyzed in shock from both the
water's temperature and his betrayal. He spluttered a few
times, gasping for breath and trying to keep his head above
the surface, but he was fighting a losing battle. As he was
forced further under the water and began to be pushed
downstream, the last thing he could see was his murderer
standing by the riverbank, before everything went numb
and black.
Riverclan, you have lost an cat- your medicine cat, no
less! Find his killer before another is taken!
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