Post by Katara on Nov 29, 2020 20:57:47 GMT -5
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if i was born as a blackthorn tree
i'd wanna be held by you, felled by you
fuel the
When Pumastar made the announcement at the Gathering of expanding TreeClan’s territory, Clovermask knew that it would only be a matter of time before NightClan followed suit. She’d seen the gleam of interest in Darkstar’s eyes at the idea of expanding her own Clan’s territory, and there was nothing Clovermask would be able to say to dissuade her—it was, after all, the most logical idea even if it meant patrols had to go further to mark their territory. The only problem was that Naomi sat at the edge of the border, and it was finally time for her to act. It was now or never. She had thought through everything, and now she just had to do it.
She waited until the second morning after the Gathering, and left camp to go hunting after sending out the dawn patrol. She headed straight for the TreeClan border, knowing she'd have a better chance of finding what she was looking for there. She opened her jaws, taking in the scents of the forest, and padded along the length of the entire border before she picked up the scent of rabbit. She crouched down quickly, and StarClan must have been on her side because it was hopping in the general direction of the border. Her paws itched impatiently as she waited for the rabbit to make its way toward her, but she didn't want to steal prey from TreeClan and risk their ire during a time of peace - especially when she was the Clan deputy.
At last, when the rabbit hopped over the border, she killed it carefully; striking its head with a powerful blow and crushing its neck when it lay winded. She wanted to make sure it was a bloodless kill, so she wouldn't attract unwanted attention. She headed in the opposite direction, toward the back of NightClan's territory where her target would just be waking up, hungry for her next meal.
She made a pit stop near the edge of the territory before carrying on with her catch, and it wasn't long before she was climbing down the rock pile that led to Naomi's den. The long-haired she-cat poked her head out as she approached, her eyes glowing with welcome. A lot had changed since the first time Clovermask had given her a meal. She'd kept the queen well-fed in the past moon since she'd discovered her, but she was careful to keep out of sight of her kits. They'd opened their eyes on her second visit, and she didn't want them to remember her. Naomi had gone from wary to welcoming after realizing Clovermask wasn't going to drive her away, and her eyes were round with such trust all the time, that Clovermask knew she should feel some kind of shame from her planned actions, but she didn't. She didn't know why she couldn't muster up the same feelings for the other she-cat, but she simply couldn't.
"I hope you're hungry," Clovermask declared cheerfully, setting down the rabbit carefully in front of Naomi so its belly would be her first bite.
"Starving!" she exclaimed. "Thank you... I don't know what I would've done this past moon without you. I can't hunt for myself until my kits are weaned."
She tipped her head at her, a flicker of alarm rushing through her. "I thought they were weaned already?"
Naomi bent her head, taking her first bite and chewing quickly. "Oh, I could probably start weaning them already!" She began to scarf down the meal enthusiastically, mistaking the ruddier color of the rabbit's belly fur to be blood, just as Clovermask had hoped she would. The bengal she-cat settled down, watching closely, curious about when the poison would take effect and how. The queen's eating began to slow, her whiskers trembling when she gulped audibly, as if she were finding it difficult to swallow. "I... I think this rabbit might've eaten something funny," she said shakily, pushing it away and beginning to gag. She had started panting, drool pouring from her mouth, and the she-cat was starting to shake. She opened her mouth wider, bending low over the ground, and Clovermask recognized the movement for what it was - she was going to make herself sick.
Instantly, Clovermask leaped on her, bowling her over and pinning her back to the ground. Naomi let out a gasp, trying to wrestle her off, but her movements were so slow and feeble it was easy to ignore them and keep her in the same position. Her eyes went wide, filled with terror and betrayal, and her eyes flitted desperately behind her, trying to steal one last look at her kits.
"I'm sorry," Clovermask murmured, pressing a paw down on her throat. "I didn't want to do this. But your kits are going to be fine, trust me - they'll be safe with me," she promised. "They're going to grow up to be the finest warriors in the valley." Naomi was choking now, spittle flying from her mouth, and foam bubbling from her lips. "Besides, loners don't last long in this forest. If I hadn't done this, you'd have been killed by something else, and your kits too. Accidents happen all the time," she breathed, lowering herself closer to the queen's ear. "This is just another accident."
She watched, curious, as the desperate light in Naomi's eyes died in the next few minutes, and she went limp with her muzzle flecked with foam. A bloodless death, just like she'd wanted. She got off of the tabby she-cat's body, grabbing the rabbit by the ears and dragging it closer to her so it would look like she'd collapsed and died after eating it - which was true. Clovermask had just helped a little. The rabbit's belly was exposed, showing the scattered remains of deathberries within. It was messy and half-eaten, with no hard proof the berries had been planted inside the rabbit after its death instead of prior. Of course, her scent would be clinging to the body of the rabbit and the dead queen, but she could just say she had closely investigated the gruesome scene when she came upon it to make sure Naomi was truly dead.
Once she was satisfied with the death scene, she moved toward the den where the kits were. They were mewling deep inside, unaware of the quiet commotion of their mother struggling for her life, and fell silent when Clovermask appeared. She touched her nose to each of their flanks - three of them, so small. "Hello, little ones," she murmured. "Your mother has come to take you home."
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if i was born as a blackthorn tree
i'd wanna be held by you, felled by you
fuel the
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NIGHTCLAN DEPUTY // 51 MOONS
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She waited until the second morning after the Gathering, and left camp to go hunting after sending out the dawn patrol. She headed straight for the TreeClan border, knowing she'd have a better chance of finding what she was looking for there. She opened her jaws, taking in the scents of the forest, and padded along the length of the entire border before she picked up the scent of rabbit. She crouched down quickly, and StarClan must have been on her side because it was hopping in the general direction of the border. Her paws itched impatiently as she waited for the rabbit to make its way toward her, but she didn't want to steal prey from TreeClan and risk their ire during a time of peace - especially when she was the Clan deputy.
At last, when the rabbit hopped over the border, she killed it carefully; striking its head with a powerful blow and crushing its neck when it lay winded. She wanted to make sure it was a bloodless kill, so she wouldn't attract unwanted attention. She headed in the opposite direction, toward the back of NightClan's territory where her target would just be waking up, hungry for her next meal.
She made a pit stop near the edge of the territory before carrying on with her catch, and it wasn't long before she was climbing down the rock pile that led to Naomi's den. The long-haired she-cat poked her head out as she approached, her eyes glowing with welcome. A lot had changed since the first time Clovermask had given her a meal. She'd kept the queen well-fed in the past moon since she'd discovered her, but she was careful to keep out of sight of her kits. They'd opened their eyes on her second visit, and she didn't want them to remember her. Naomi had gone from wary to welcoming after realizing Clovermask wasn't going to drive her away, and her eyes were round with such trust all the time, that Clovermask knew she should feel some kind of shame from her planned actions, but she didn't. She didn't know why she couldn't muster up the same feelings for the other she-cat, but she simply couldn't.
"I hope you're hungry," Clovermask declared cheerfully, setting down the rabbit carefully in front of Naomi so its belly would be her first bite.
"Starving!" she exclaimed. "Thank you... I don't know what I would've done this past moon without you. I can't hunt for myself until my kits are weaned."
She tipped her head at her, a flicker of alarm rushing through her. "I thought they were weaned already?"
Naomi bent her head, taking her first bite and chewing quickly. "Oh, I could probably start weaning them already!" She began to scarf down the meal enthusiastically, mistaking the ruddier color of the rabbit's belly fur to be blood, just as Clovermask had hoped she would. The bengal she-cat settled down, watching closely, curious about when the poison would take effect and how. The queen's eating began to slow, her whiskers trembling when she gulped audibly, as if she were finding it difficult to swallow. "I... I think this rabbit might've eaten something funny," she said shakily, pushing it away and beginning to gag. She had started panting, drool pouring from her mouth, and the she-cat was starting to shake. She opened her mouth wider, bending low over the ground, and Clovermask recognized the movement for what it was - she was going to make herself sick.
Instantly, Clovermask leaped on her, bowling her over and pinning her back to the ground. Naomi let out a gasp, trying to wrestle her off, but her movements were so slow and feeble it was easy to ignore them and keep her in the same position. Her eyes went wide, filled with terror and betrayal, and her eyes flitted desperately behind her, trying to steal one last look at her kits.
"I'm sorry," Clovermask murmured, pressing a paw down on her throat. "I didn't want to do this. But your kits are going to be fine, trust me - they'll be safe with me," she promised. "They're going to grow up to be the finest warriors in the valley." Naomi was choking now, spittle flying from her mouth, and foam bubbling from her lips. "Besides, loners don't last long in this forest. If I hadn't done this, you'd have been killed by something else, and your kits too. Accidents happen all the time," she breathed, lowering herself closer to the queen's ear. "This is just another accident."
She watched, curious, as the desperate light in Naomi's eyes died in the next few minutes, and she went limp with her muzzle flecked with foam. A bloodless death, just like she'd wanted. She got off of the tabby she-cat's body, grabbing the rabbit by the ears and dragging it closer to her so it would look like she'd collapsed and died after eating it - which was true. Clovermask had just helped a little. The rabbit's belly was exposed, showing the scattered remains of deathberries within. It was messy and half-eaten, with no hard proof the berries had been planted inside the rabbit after its death instead of prior. Of course, her scent would be clinging to the body of the rabbit and the dead queen, but she could just say she had closely investigated the gruesome scene when she came upon it to make sure Naomi was truly dead.
Once she was satisfied with the death scene, she moved toward the den where the kits were. They were mewling deep inside, unaware of the quiet commotion of their mother struggling for her life, and fell silent when Clovermask appeared. She touched her nose to each of their flanks - three of them, so small. "Hello, little ones," she murmured. "Your mother has come to take you home."
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