[ti]Private[/ti]You Stayed Too Long

[GnawingOnIce]

        The chilly night air bit at the young tom's fur. He stalked in the darkness, his one gold eye glowing. Murkpaw was on the hunt. Just earlier today his sister had complained to him about her favorite hunting spot smelling of Mothclan. He knew Mothclan had pushed the border back, and while it didn't bother him too much he hated to see his sister unhappy. He was determined to do something about it.

    And so, he snuck out of camp when the moon was high. It was bright and made everything in the forest much easier to see. Finally, he made it to the border. He halted on Mistclan's side of it. All he had to do now was wait. Wait for a Mothclan cat to come by. Providing the cat wasn't too big for Murkpaw to take on, he'd be all set. He sunk down low to the ground, curled his tail in to his body, and waited in the coarse grass. Other cats would more than likely see killing another cat for almost no reason would be a bad thing. But not to Murkpaw.

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Notes;; n/a

[LupTacco]

Bitter chills bit through the silver and black tabby she-cat's fur, nipping her ear-tips to numbness as she approached the border. Patrolling alone wasn't the wisest choice, but then again, she wasn't really on patrol. Slipping out of camp was easy when all she had to do was head out through the dirt-place; Sagespiral was out here in spite of the pain in her head and the tremor in her stomach. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she couldn't help but think she might soon confirm once and for all where that brother of hers had gotten to. 

The scent of MistClan plucked at her nose, mingled with newly placed MothClan markers that were edging closer every day. This part of the meadow would have good prey opportunity in new-leaf, but she wasn't sure if it was worth the risks. It was beautiful in a way, though, with the silver glow of the moon shining down on the grasses. "Lucky river cats..." she murmured, scenting the air. One of the scent trails seemed oddly recent, but she figured it was just a patrol that passed by recently.

[GnawingOnIce]

Murkpaw’s prayers were answered as a silver she-cat stepped out of the shrubbery and into his sight. He crouched lower. His heart raced as she looked in his direction, toward the meadow. He dug his claws into the soil, narrowing his eyes.

The cat wasn’t the definition of ‘healthy’. She looked skinny, like she hadn’t bothered to eat much. This would make her an easy target, lucky for Murkpaw. Unfortunate for her.

The apprentice’s muscles coiled in his hind legs and uncoiled as he launched himself out of the coarse grass like a metal spring but with more teeth and claws. He pounced without anything but a grunt and the swishing of the grass in the meadow. Murkpaw landed a bit awkwardly on her back, his abnormally long claws embedding themselves in her skin.

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Notes;; n/a

[LupTacco]

Her eyes fluttered shut, her nose scrunching up in an annoyed grimace as she felt herself get light-headed again. She had fainted once, outside of camp and alone just last moon though luckily it was a soft landing- but the gaps between episodes were getting smaller. Delicate claws flexed into the ground as Sagespiral tried to be patient and wait for the dizzying feeling to fade off, but she didn't get a chance to wait. A flutter in the grass behind her drew her attention, and she caught a blurry streak of black and maybe fawn or some kind of cream. Sharp yet small claws- a younger cat?- dug into her shoulders and back, sending painful jolts up and down her spine. With a whining yowl, she tried to twist around and hook her attacker by a leg to drag him off.

A ringing had started up in her ears, though, and bright colors warped at the edge of her vision as everything started to spin. She wasn't even sure if she landed her strikes, but she realized she had lost. As her mind reeled with a mix of pain, fear, and confusion, Sagespiral felt small, neat jaws close around her throat and four fangs pierced through. The colors in her eyes intensified, seeming to pulsate until they faded into darkness. Moments later, she found herself in the grass, looking at herself with detachment. Well, she supposed, I'll find out where Sootface has been all along, I suppose. She hardly took notice of the split-pelted tom who had taken her life- she was even a little thankful, truthfully- focused on silver flecks of light trailing towards her. Her heart fluttered as she imagined them forming into a familiar inky-grey pattern, but her hopes were dashed as instead she recognized the old warrior Houndmaw. With a sigh, she followed him into the stars. At the very least, she felt healthy again, like she was Sagepaw again, training next to Sootpaw in the autumn leaves.

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GnawingOnIce

- I figured I'd cut it here, since she's just dying? ;w; I hope that was ok?

[GnawingOnIce]

Murkpaw hissed as the other cat started to thrash to get him off. He dug his claws in deeper and bared his teeth. Then, surprisingly, she started to stumble to stay on her paws. Murkpaw took the chance and closed his jaws around her neck. The she-cat immediately fell beneath him and he stepped away. That was easy. Something must’ve been more wrong with her than just coming down with a cold, he assumed.

“That’ll teach MothClan.” He growled to himself as he turned away and ran his tongue over his blood-stained teeth.

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Notes;; yea, it’s okay!