!tw! death, minor gore Owlkit stepped up to the entrance of camp, gazing out onto the territory of their clan. A place of the unknown. Xe hesitated, then stepped a paw out, then another, and another. Before they knew it, they were wandering the shore, heading towards the forest. Everything was so big, so /loud/. Time flew by, and as Howl neared a bush, a flash of orange met their gaze. Then they were gone. Mangled, scarred, left to bleed and rot. Just another body to pollute the ocean air.
Owlkit. A cat I chose based on luck alone. Their fate was chosen by the same exact thing. Luck is cruel.
