╔═ ♦︎♛♦︎ ════════════════════╗ ❝ Even castles crumble. ❞ TW!! Death, blood, battle ╚════════════════════ ♦︎♛♦︎ ═╝ Beau was patrolling the border, though she got a bit distracted by a patch of daisies near by. She hadn't learnt much from her mentor yet. Beautypaw felt the vibrations of an approaching cat, her heart starting to race. 'I need to get back to camp', she thought to themself. The she-cat climbs to her paws, whipping their head around. Was she still in MossClan territory? What part of the territory was she in? An apprentice tom from UrchinClan pounced as soon as she turned, leaping at her and pushing her to the ground in one, swift movement. He pushes her further down with his claws. The she-cat shrieks in distress, then wriggles enough to the side to see her attacker. It was another apprentice, but he looked older and more experienced then them. "Get OFF ME," She hisses, finding their voice. Bea slashes at him in pure panic, her claw tore through a part of his shoulder, leaving a stripe of exposed flesh. Blood began to trickle out of it, but the tom simply grinned. “Why would I do that - when I’m having so much fun!” He tried to push her down once more. Beau kicks at his underbelly, giving her enough time to scramble away. Their fur was puffed out and bristling, making her look bigger than they actually were. But the effort had drained them, and Beautypaw collapsed onto the grass below, tears welling in her eyes. ╔═ ♦︎♛♦︎ ════════════════════╗ ❝ The stones just... wear away. ❞ ╚════════════════════ ♦︎♛♦︎ ═╝ This cat, her attacker, couldn't be the last thing they see... right? They close their eyes, memories of her short, unfinished life flashing in her eyes as the apprentice approaches her, ready to finish what he started. As his claws meet Beautypaw's fur, she screams. She screams for her family, her sisters she would leave. She screams for the few friends she made, the cats she talked to. And she screams for herself, taken down so young, and met with an unescapable fate. ╔═ ♦︎♛♦︎ ════════════════════╗ ❝ And the foundation weakens with time. ❞ ╚════════════════════ ♦︎♛♦︎ ═╝ As she felt the stinging, burning pain dull, she opens their eyes. But the forest had.. vanished. She looks around, light blinding them. "...M-Ma? D-Da?" Her parents stood before her, looking just as healthy and alive from when they watched her play in the nursery. But... she can't be dead! Not yet! They can't just.. leave! This can't be the end! Can it? ╔═ ♦︎♛♦︎ ════════════════════╗ ❝ Nothing can be saved from the tricks of time, nothing lasts forever. ❞ ╚════════════════════ ♦︎♛♦︎ ═╝ ♦︎ Beautypaw: 5th of April, 2026 - 14th of May, 2026 - ♦︎ Final stats: Beautypaw | | 9 - ♦︎ Tell me if you would like to be the one to find her
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