Scraps of onyx fur littered the scene.
It belonged to none other than the kitten by the name of Ametrinekit, who had neared the border in search of newcomers- or perhaps, her returning brothers - but all that awaited her was the cruel claws of what would twist and pry at her mental stability from that day on. Drag marks were visibly marked in the soil, suggesting that Ammy had put up somewhat of a fight before suddenly falling limp, and the scent of male rogues lacing the area. But all was quiet in the area.
Too quiet.