
Username --BrightDays
Name --Cranekit
Gender --Molly
Rank --Kit
Short Description --Pure white kit with eyes that are multiple colors.
THE KILL wrote:with the sun just set, most thunderclan cats had returned to camp, besides the she-cat honeystorm, who was enjoying the new cool breeze of leaf-fall. she turned at the sound of rustling in the underbrush behind her, “[redacted]?” she meowed.
[redacted] wasn’t supposed to be out of camp, or even out of the medicine-cat den, having been struck with some bizarre sickness. honeystorm didn’t know much of it other than words passed around, some involving black blood dripping from their nose.
[redacted]’s head tilted, “i wasn’t expecting you to be out here,” they remarked
“neither was I, you’re definitely not supposed to be out here,” she sounded concerned, “you should go back to camp”
“i’m feeling better, I just wanted air,” [redacted} responded bluntly, “i’ll leave you be.”
after beginning to trot off, the cat paused, their ears flattening. they began to paw at their nose nose. honeystorm peered over, [redacted] was bleeding a blood much darker than normal.
“oh starclan,” she stood up anxiously, “i’ll go get someone.” she began to make her way to head to camp.
[redacted] groaned, something was wrong. they began to cough and sputter, their limbs becoming shaky under them. besides the black blood that had been dripping from their nose, it began spilling from their mouth and sliding down their ears.
honeystorm had already bolted to camp to get her sister, “petalstorm?” she called as she was bursting through the entrance.
trying to keep things under wraps they went alone, back to [redacted] who was writhing in pain, blood now coming from their eyes.
“they’ve never done this before,” petalstorm whispered to honeystorm in a tremble
when [redacted] turned to face them, something became even more clear, half of their face was dripping with a bloody, black goo.
both sisters tensed, unable to say anything.
[redacted] sounded as if they were trying to speak, but only did the black substance pour from their mouth.
they twitched again, the substance was growing across their whole body, until it blanketed them. it still held the form of a cat, but dripped and oozed. and then it began to form something entirely new.
the creature grew much taller than a cat, forming like a dog, but much larger, something that the cats rarely saw in their time and mostly told stories about: a wolf.
honeystorm knew she could fight, but her medicine-cat sister could not, “petalstorm run!” she hissed, turning back to the creature in front of her. petalstorm didn’t want to leave but listened anyways, breaking into a run in the dark, stumbling more than she normally would’ve in fear.
the wolf lunged for honeystorm who stood no chance and died quickly. it was merciful considering what would come next, it wasn’t done yet. the substance oozed over her limp body, leaving nothing but her bones.
now was petalstorm’s turn, close to camp but not close enough, her fate was the same.
the creature was satiated, and so was [redacted], they felt clearer and as if their sickness was gone. everything they’d done was a blur but they knew the important part, they’d killed two cats.
well thunderclan, you've already lost your pair of sisters, pray to starclan you don't lose any more.
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