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The Kill wrote:many moons had passed since cutstripe* had assumed leaders
hip of mother’s group. leaf-bare upon leaf-bare; he hadn’t bo
thered to count. if anyone remembered first-hand his dramatic
leave of thunderclan, they were likely elders or senior warrior
s. cutstripe knew he was old. but old dogs can learn new trick
s, he had heard one of his soldiers say.
xxthe grey tabby sat upon a fence post in the twolegplace. a
cool leaf-fall breeze whirled around him, carrying dull-colored
leaves through the air. he sat there for a moment, enjoying the
weather when a black dog bounded out of a transparent door,
yapping its head off. cutstripe got up and made his way to a fe
nce bordering the woods where it all began. beyond his line of
sight lay the thunderclan camp, and to the northeast, the cave
where mother’s family used to stay. cutstripe remembered the
towering flames reaching its ceiling. he remembered fighting
mother off until the very thing she worshipped truly consumed
her. cutstripe’s face was glazed with wistfulness. he was older,
but he missed the rush, the thrill of the hunt. for a long time,
he had had others do his dirty work. was it time to change that,
perhaps? he pushed off the wooden fence and landed on the gr
ound with a thud. yes, he’d change that. and a little more.
xxthe feeling of being alone unnerved cutstripe. it was someth
ing he never felt anymore, always having someone watching
his back. it was slightly liberating, though. cutstripe stopped
walking to sit on a low tree branch. now for the waiting game.
xxglancing over their shoulders, the cat slunk out of camp thr
ough a hole in the dirtplace wall. the night felt nice, and they
wanted to really enjoy it. one couldn't quite do that in camp.
xxthey padded through the forest, hoping to find somewhere
open, or maybe somewhere where they could overlook the lan
d.
xxcrunch. the cat whipped their head around, bristling at the
sound of leaves being thrown. "hello?"
xx"good evening, [redacted]." a silver tabby jumped down fro
m a tree and approached the thunderclanner.
xx"how do you know my name?" the cat growled.
xx“i’ve got more eyes than the ones on my head.”
xxthe cat didn't say anything for a moment. "what do you wa
nt?"
xx"you."
xx"why? for what?" the cat examined cutstripe. he did the sam
e to them.
xx“what if i were to make you an offer you couldn’t refuse?”
xxthe cat flicked their ear. "that's vague. who are you?"
xx"cutstripe," the old tom admitted. he tipped his head. "you
know, i wouldn't say you have much of a choice in this, hones
tly. it's not an offer. you just can't refuse."
xxcutstripe. that sounded vaguely familiar, but the cat could
n't place it. when he continued, they backed up slightly.
xx"come with me. i'd like the thank the clans for what they've
given me, and you're going to help." cutstripe waited for the c
at to get a move on before he walked behind them, leading th
em to the twolegplace.
xxkill someone. anyone. or i'll kill you after you watch everyth
ing you care about disappear into nothingness. cutstripe's wor
ds replayed themselves in the thunderclanner's mind. there w
eren't any heroic sacrifices when everything would die anywa
y. the soon-to-be-killer kneaded the ground, waiting near the
camp's entrance for the entrance guard to switch. when they
had returned to camp after encountering cutstripe and his fa
mily, they had gotten information on the night's guard sched
ule. swiftspark was next.
xxfinally, the guard got up and a short tom took their place.
he sat at the entrance, likely thinking about other things. his
eyes looked tired. clearly, he was unknowing of what was to
come.
xx"hey, swiftspark."
xxswiftspark turned his gaze to the direction of the voice. "ye
ah? what are you doing up right now?"
xx"follow me. i found the perfect way for you to scare the m
orning patrol tomorrow," the cat whispered.
xxthat seemed to interest the warrior. he got up and followed
his clanmate, glancing back once to make sure no one saw the
m leave. "so what is it?" he asked once they were out of earsho
t.
xx"some twoleg thing that makes a loud sound when you step
on it. we're almost there; i should've brought it with me."
xxsoon enough, the pair came upon a soft orange object that
reeked of twoleg and dog. "here, let me show you what it doe
s." the cat took a step forward and pressed down on the obje
ct with a paw. it squeaked loudly, sending an owl into the sky
and to another perch. swiftspark looked startled, but interest
ed. he could place it right in the dawn patrol's path, scaring a
ny nearby prey animal away.
xx"i like it," swiftspark said. he was about to test the orange
thing again for himself when three cats burst out of the brush,
tackling him. the breath was knocked out of his chest, and
the smallest of the three cats put a paw over his mouth while
the other two held him as still as they could. it all happened
so fast; the thunderclanner could barely believe it was this e
asy, this quick.
xx"do what cutstripe would want you to do, clan cat," the sm
allest one purred. there was a vicious spark in their eyes whe
n they made eye contact with the thunderclan cat.
xxswiftspark tried to wriggle free, cries muffled by the small
cat's paws. the thunderclanner approached him. they couldn't
look into swiftspark's eyes as they leaned down to bite his whi
te throat. after what felt like forever, he went still.
xx"good job," the smallest cat said, smiling vaguely. "it seems
the boss chose the right cat for the job, huh?"
an old friend has sent a murderer into your midst, thunder
clan! beware!
*this round's story is somewhat of a continuation of my last round
turtlefrost // female // warrior // tags; stormheart(mentioned), open // vote: n/a
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