Tw: possible themes of death, grief, murder, and p0ison Location, Mossclan Medic Den || Time: Night Pierce should be asleep right now. But he had been busy all day and needed the silence of the night to think. Plus, he knew that if he fell asleep, he’d ended up on The Dark Forest again, and he definitely didn’t want to do that again. So now Pierce was no longer an apprentice. That was great! Now other highranks might not look down on him and he could be a responsible adult. He should be happy. But he wasn’t happy. Thanks to his clan’s incompetence, his entire family was now dead. Great. Piercerequiem sighed and pawed at his vine necklace. Fossilpaw had given him that. And then he died. Why did everyone keep leaving him? First Shroomkit ans his Mom, then Fossilpaw, and now his siblings. Maybe he should just stop caring about anyone. For real this time. That would same himself the pain. He’d just act happy and sound nice, but actually caring would just get himself hurt all over again. And he would stop blaming himself for people’s death. Cause his clanmates were the ones he should /really/ be blaming, at least for the death of his siblings. They’d ‘forgotten’ to hunt. Their incompetence had caused so many people to die. And they should be punished. "If you don't cut the problem off at the root, it'll grow again,” Lyc had told him. Pierce had thought that was absurd at first. “Murder is never the answer, after all.” But now he was starting to think he might be right. Somebody had to get rid of deadweight, why couldn’t it be him? He had the tools after all, deathberries, nightshade, etc. He could just discreetly rub some on the herbs he gave to ill cats, and bam! They’d be dead, just like that. He smiled, not a happy smile, but a satisfied one. He’d have to start small, maybe with some random warriors who asked for his help. He could figure out which p0isons did the most damage. Then he’d be unstoppable. And then he’d be happy.
The title is totally not a reference to my og litter application for him
