THE KILL wrote:The clan had been quiet for moons now. The last killer had never been found, but the murders tapered off, and they could never prove who had done it. Little did the clan know, a new murderer was rising, teeth bared with ambitions and anger. And they were going for Thunderclan’s throat.
Cranekit was outside the nursery, playing with a ball of moss. Across camp, another cat watched, having just come back from the forest. Camp was fairly empty, any others nodding off in the sun or out of camp. They played with the idea in their mind before making it up, nodding swiftly, and padding over to Cranekit.
“Hello, Cranekit!” The cat purred through a mouth of leaves. “I have a surprise for you, but you must be quiet!”
Cranekit looked up from their mossball, eyes darting around camp excitedly. “A surprise? Are you gonna take me out of camp?”
“No, even better. I’ve brought you a treat, but you have to hide it. And you can’t tell anyone you have it. You’ll get in big trouble, okay?” Cranekit looked at the leaves and berries as the other cat dropped them. They were a beautiful bright red, and looked tasty. “Remember, don’t eat them until later.”
Cranekit nodded, scooping the treat up and disappearing to hide the berries.
Several hours later, after what they presumed had been Cranekit’s dinner, they heard coughing and hacking coming from the nursery. They, along with every other cat in camp, scurried over just in time to see the kit heave their last breathe, their mouth covered in red from the yew berries. Otteriris’ sobs racked her through the night, even after the burial and goodbyes.
You’ve lost your only kit, your future, and your guard, Thunderclan.
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