!TW! mentions of de-th and wolves, depression. stay safe out there! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ No. No. It couldn't possibly. She'd *just* seen them. All three of them. Their faces. Now, their bl--d. It had been a quiet night. A silent one, full of peace. One in which you could float away and forget the troubles that clan life brought. Until you couldn't. A bl--d-wrenching howl tore through camp. It finally came. Rookkit jolted awake, and in a frenzy, left everyone behind in fear. It was a blurr. She couldn't remember anything but the bl--d, the claws, the fighting. So, so many de-d. One broke into the nursery. And now she was here. Staring down at the bodies. Mauled so badly that she could hardly tell them apart. Until she noticed the ragged fur of the first friend she ever had. Zelkovakit. But no! She couldn't be! The words couldn't just... stop flowing from her mouth! Her words were art. Art couldn't just d-e! The oozing crimson stained Rookkit's paws as she scrambled to wake the now tiny, shrivled kit. She sobbed, tears washing the red from her face as she burried her face in the kit's fur. Another figure caught her attention. A kit she knew again, one she's tripped over once... but they were meant to keep going, and maybe be friends! It wasn't meant to be like this! Elkkit. No! The kit, they'd argued, but she'd never wish this fate upon anycat! Anycat! None at all! And as the wounds took their toll, flank ripped apart like prey, he lie there motionless, eyes glassy. Heart-wrenching cries tore through her throat, quivering like a leaf in the wind. The terror stopped her heart. A final fimilar face. Except, it was no longer the one Rookkit was so familiar with. A hollow ghost of what used to be. Wait, but... it... this couldn't be possible. Not in the slightest. The white-and-brown kit that had loved her drawings, who had been her best friend, who had helped her, created her, built her up. ... Geyserkit. No words could describe the feeling that overwhelmed her now. This horrible, horrible feeling. The world spun, claws dug into itself, Rookkit's bl--d and Essie's mixing. But, there was so much they had done! Made fake poultices, she'd taught Essie how to braid, and they'd played so many games together, they'd learned *plants* together! There was so much they had to do! Their lives were in front of them! Not anymore. Never again. ... ... ... it was all over for them... [erp] +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ AFTERWORD: Oh no! basically all of Roo's friends were k-lled in this saftey fail ToT guys i have a CHILD i can't throw her to the wolves *sobs* CREDITS: Rookkit owned by: / Zelkovakit owned by: Elkkit owned by: Geyserkit owned by:
