! WARNING ! Mentions and descriptions of blood, gore, and death. If you are bothered by this, please do not read below. Basilnose breathed in the fresh, earthy scent of MossClan territory. Today's hunt would be good, he could feel it. Birdsong was carried on the breeze, and, to Basilnose's surprise, the scent of a vole. Basilnose scrunched up his nose. He wasn't a fan of voles, but, well...it is what it is. The Clan still had to be fed. But then, a cry rang out. A hauntingly familiar cry, as out of place as oceans in the forest. A kit. And by the sound of it, it was in trouble. More cries joined in. More kits! Basilnose went into full panic mode. Those kits could be dying! Forgetting all about the vole, he was off like a bolt of lightining in the direction of the sound. Cries for help grew louder, and the forest blurred. He had to hurry! Ok there's more but Scratch bleeped it out ughhhhh all you need to know is that there were some newborn kits (awwww) under a bush and then a badger shows up he defeats it but dies from his wounds shortly after, sacrificing himself for the lil kitties...oh Basilnose aaaahhh I will miss you, my beautiful boy...
The kits that Basilnose d1ed to save will be a a FCFS MossClan donated litter soon. I am probably taking one of the kits, since I don't have a Gens character now :(
