[Hellion]

Swiftflight

Trotting along the border that they once shared with StoneClan, a orange tabby worked alone enjoying the sun against her pelt and the slight breeze ruffling her fur. Feeling strangely content with her solitude, her nose twitched with an odd scent something that caught her attention.

Directing her paw steps her pace quickened as the scent grew stronger. Being a decent tracker but even better hunter, the she-cat didn't have too much difficultly seeking out the strength of the smell, but a odd sense of fear had struck her.

There hidden well from unsuspecting eyes was a old tree, hollowed out from countless storms and random wood eaters, that scent was flowing freely from within it's depths. Careful to take any scents that were a threat, the only one that stood out from the rotting and gut wrenching stench was that of Rookfrost, the medicine cat.

Swiftflight knew nothing of the medicine cat other then his scent and his profession, she hardly saw him outside of the check up moons ago about green cough. With a flick of her tail she eased down into a crouch, curiosity getting the best of her. Delicate in her paw steps the tabby eased closer to the hollow and the unknown horrors to await her.

Stepping inward she came nose to bone with a skull! Panic warmed her fur quickly but it didn't stop her, looking around she started to feel fear now more then ever. From the looks of it Rookfrost had something going on here, cat eyes in something that twoleg would have used, she studied those for awhile too scared to turn away.


What scared and drew her attention the most was the skull that look so small. Too small in fact to be full grown, thinking back frantically in her head she thought of Rookfrost's past and part of her wanted to accuse him of the reason for this small skull but another part was trying not to think of him as the sort, but she knew deep down Rookfrost was able to such things and possibility worse.

Stepping back her hind paw stumbled and with a loud crack! a leg bone of cat broke and so did the spell casted on the she-cat. Turning quickly she bolted out of the hollow and directed herself right for camp, scared and panting, the evil stink still on her pelt and fear fresh in her eyes.

Fawn

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[Fawn]

⇒Medicine Cat of LightningClan⇐

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There was no mistaking the smell that clung to the she-cat's pelt; there amidst the fright, there amidst the terror was the aroma of garlic - clustered around the entrance - and of decayed matter, both fungal and feline. Without a sliver of a doubt in the black healer's blacker mind, she had been where she ought never to have ever set paw; what was her name again?

Swiftflight.

She was no longer defined by any outstanding deeds or behaviors throught her lifespan, but had been drastically cut down and categorized into one particular place, needing only her name and the knowledge that she had traipsed into forbidden territory. Thrown now into the category of a young life extinguished far too soon, icy pools regarded the startled feline with an unnatural calm.

Surprise surprise. Rookfrost had assumed he would've reacted with all haste and a touch of panic if anyone were to discover his precious treasure trove, to unearth his biggest secrets, unable to see them for the marvelous things that they were. Contrary to the black tom's initial thoughts, he was handling it quite well, a dark, slightly desperate part of his heart having thus far been engaged, the piece of him that enabled the healer to do the very things that went against the entire basis of a Medicine Cat.

Moral code meant nothing to a tom like him. His soul had been forfeit a long time ago.

In one great surge of strength, Rookfrost intercepted the she-cat before she could place another step towards LightningClan's camp, and struck a terrible blow to the side of her neck, intending to both stun and wind her momentarily - something from which she would never recover. Instinct and moons of scientific, medicinal study saw to it that Rookfrost lunged for the appropriate place, his teeth sinking into the part of the cat's neck that was the most vulnerable, preventing the oxygen from escaping, his teeth nicking a vein, powerful jaws crushing downward.

The convulsions lasted for what felt like hours, to the part of him that understood that this was murder in the most basic terms, but the cold, detached portion of him - the greater half - felt it take only seconds, and the body of Swiftflight lay still. Releasing the ginger feline, Rookfrost stepped back to observe her overall, gazing into the now lifeless eyes as though looking at something as simple as a clump of dandelions, so far removed from any kind of emotion that he could regard her like something to study.

You should've stayed away.

Burdened more-so by the weight of another cat then by any such guilt for his behavior, Rookfrost gathered up the feline in his jaws and proceeded to half-drag, half-carry the body away from any place that smelled of LightningClan - perhaps back to the Hollow. It was not with the intention of harvesting anything out of her - she-cats her age were both numerous and ordinary, and therefore of no use or interest - rather, he would return to his Hollow to bury the corpse there.

Though not doing it for any sort of symbolism or significance other then that it was unmarked soil outside of Clan influence, Rookfrost was at least aware of what that meant.

When a cat dared to step into the realm of the black healer, rarely would they ever rejoin their Clanmates, as they had revoked their right to ever return to something called a normal life. Or any life at all.

The only place left for trespassers, was the ground.