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The Kill wrote:
How did I even get into this position?
I shook my head as my accomplice nudged me to wake
me up from my slumber.
“You know we have turmoil to make. This is no time
for rest, [redacted],” they said.
I mumbled in response, none of my words being close to
coherent.
“Whatever you say, buddy. I’m assuming you’re going to miss the
first kill because of your immense tardiness?” They chuckled.
One of my eyes flashed open faster than thunder. I was
not going to miss this for the world.
What happened next to me was a blur. I was half
unconscious after all and quite frankly it was none of my
business on what my partner did. All I could remembered was
being awoken by leaves rustling in my fur, outside the apprentice
den away from my snug nest.
My accomplice walked into the den, signalling for me to follow
them. I caught up and they suggestively pointed at the one
and only cat who we were going to kill.
The first one.
The thing that would make the whole clan shudder in dismay.
The first cat to be killed, the first cat to reel
us closer into the depth of power. I would thank this
cat but they’re not exactly doing it willingly.
This cat is Applepaw.
“Would you like to do it?” They requested.
A dry smile escaped from my lips. “The pleasure would
be mine for sure.”
My accomplice stood still. Waiting for whatever attack I was planning.
I stood still. Did I want to do this? Yes. I
did. Don’t be stupid.
I unsheathed my claws and braced myself for the blow. I
had no idea on whether or not it would be strong.
All I knew is that Applepaw was going down.
Again, my accomplice lay tranquil and emotionless.
“The first one is always hard. Let me help you,” They
offered with a look of disappointment.
I wouldn’t allow myself to appear shameful over them. Without giving
a response, I sunk my teeth into Applepaw’s throat. Applepaw woke
up in a gasp. The look he gave me was truly
traumatising. There were mixed emotions in there. Shock, discomfort, incontentness and
more. But most importantly there was a titanic pang of betrayal
gleaming in his eyes.
I stepped back and questioned what I did. But my accomplice,
nevertheless, gave a clangorous purr and trotted off.
I heard these words echo throughout the den
“Improvement is needed, but I’m proud of you.”
I nodded grimly in responce and slept right next to Applepaw’s
rotting body, to be later lifted back to my normal nest.
A loyal apprentice has been lost. Think fast, Riverclan.
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