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    It should be high time that Rheon got back in action. The snow leopard had drawn a veil of WindClan scent over the area, though his loner/ShadowClan scent could still be detected with super senses. More loner, considering that he had just returned home to ShadowClan only a day back.


    He enjoyed the work on this piece. The domestic, a brown tabby with white, had been skinned. The flesh was dried with blood and flies buzzed all over the pink sinews and muscles of the corpse which hung on a crucifix form. The only reason that one could tell it was a brown tabby was that the skin of the poor she-cat had been thrown on the ground in front of the wooden spar. Inside, wrapped in the skin, was the she-cat's unborn fetuses, though they were all decapitated. The heads of the fetuses? Some sick bastard had put a piece of metal wire through each of the heads and now the skinned she-cat was wearing it as a crown.


    A note had been tacked to the she-cat's chest.


    REGARDS TO WINGSPAN AND THE KIDS.


    As for Rheon, the snow leopard had slipped off towards ThunderClan.


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    He'd only been out for a hunt.
    Timberpaw was stalking a mouse. Usually, he was fine with fish but he wanted something different, and the rodent was the first thing he smelled. His tail twitched and he crouched, stalking towards it in silence, ears flattened against his head and mouth open slightly. He'd been about to pounce when it hit him like a smack to the face. The smell. The stench. Timberpaw squeaked and rubbed at his muzzle with a paw, causing too much movement. The mouse was gone. After a quick scowl, he set off again, this time, tracking the smell.
    It was making his stomach churn. And when he nudged his way out and his eyes fell on the body, his blood ran cold and his stomach dropped right out of his belly. Timberpaw trembled slightly, eyes wide and fur fluffed up at the sight, a sour taste in his throat. At first, he didn't notice Rheon. But now his eyes flicked up and he crouched, slowly backing away, looking horrified.

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    He'd seen very few deaths during his short lifespan. So this...well, this sort of scarred him. After all, seeing a skinned cat wearing a crown of kitten heads was rather rare.


    Eureka clutched his stomach, hoping that he wouldn't throw up or anything. [b]"W-What does that say?"
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    Who.. Who could do something like this? I was in shock, and not the kind of shock I'd felt when I'd spotted Jerome on the border. No, this was something far, far worse. I felt too cold and too hot, sick to my stomach and utterly enraged. The bristling of my fur was beyond my own control, but how could any reasonable part of me remain in the face of such a terrible things. That poor person, those poor babies. This, it was unforgivable, and I would never forget the smell of the one who did it. That person, they would pay for what they'd done here.


    "W-What does that say?"


    The words, small and soft, snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned to realise with some horror that I wasn't the only one here. A kit was clutching his stomach, peering at the mess of a scene just to my left. "Don't look!" I said as I quickly ran over to stand in front of him, hoping to block his way. I had noticed for the first time the words though, and would now have a name to put to the face of the she-cat. Wingspan. "I-it doesn't say anything important." I reassured them, though I'm sure Wingspans family would disagree. Still, I had to say something. "We have to find someone, we have to tell them what's happened." I said, trying not to sound as shaken as I was. The truth of it though was that this grisly sight was something that would stay with me for some time, and the sheer rage I felt at the situation was just as great as my disgust that someone so sick could even exist.



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    I stayed in the shadows another murder I thought shaking my head slightly I grew a rose right next to the cat's paws it was i light pink (I want her to do first-person now)

    Seeing the other two, Timberpaw quickly went over and stood beside his fellow apprentice. His fur was on end, and tail fluffed out, obviously quite disturbed by the sight. He looked up at the canine, then back to the very painful sight in front of them. "I-I think we... we should stick together. Y'know, just in case, right?" He looked down at Eurekakit, then gave Weed's shoulder a nudge. "We have to tell somebody, like you said. Any ideas?" His voice was shaky and eyes kept flicking back to the corpses. As much as he wanted to never look at it again, he couldn't help it.

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    Damn it. Damn it all.
    Shatteredpaw could have sworn she was done seeing death everywhere here but apparently she was wrong. She was no better off here than she was in ThunderClan. How come everyone liked to kill and leave the bodies for them to find? It was disgusting. "We should tell Gunstar. He'll know what to do."


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    "Shall I head back?" Rebelpaw offered with a twitch of his ears. He hadn't met the RiverClan leader before so this might be a good opportunity to see what Gunstar was like. As for the scene, the apprentice was mildly horrified, but he had to remind himself, that somewhere, locked away, he had seen worse sights before.


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    "Wingspan?" Chinapaw read the note, then felt sick looking at the sight and turned away. "We should probably bury the body. Or burn it, which ever works." He wasn't being disrespectful, but his vision was dotted with slowly growing black spots which only meant he was about to pass out
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    Timberpaw looked around at all of his Clanmates that seemed to be arriving, then his tail gave a nervous flick. Why was it all the apprentices?! "Yeah. Yeah. Rebelpaw, you go back and find Gunstar. Be fast." He looked back at Wingspan's body and stepped away from Weed and Eurekakit. "I don't think we should do that yet, Chinapaw... the rest of the Clan would want to mourn her, right? I think we should wait... see what Gunstar says. Or something. Just in case."

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    "I will be on my way," Rebelpaw remarked. The winged snow leopard spread his snowy wings and headed off.


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    After Rebelpaw fetched him, Gunstar had to struggle to keep his lunch down while looking at the horrific scene. Not just an NPC, but her unborn kittens too. It crossed the line into demonic and terrifying. "We should bury her and the little ones. Get her down before any kittens see this," he rumbled quietly. The lion then started to dig a grave for the poor souls.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=#75d3ee][size=9pt]"Spooky," the lady commented as her narrowed eyes took in the grisly display. "Is there anyone named Wingspan here?" She then asked, it was a definite message to someone. Arbiterpaw was interested in what the hell Wingspan did to irritate the person who orchestrated this 'project'.

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    Get her down? Yes, that would be the right thing to do. Even though my legs were still somewhat shaing I nodded at Gunstars words and made my way over to the mutilated corpse. With a silent 'gulp' that expressed my uncertainty I quickly steeled myself to the task and reared up on my back legs, front paws helping to balance me by gently pressing on the crucifix. With my sharp fangs I gnawed through the bindings holding her up, whispering a soft 'sorry' when she tumbled to the ground below. I could feel the tears in my eyes, could feel my anger kindled against whoever had done this as I stepped around to the corpse and gently picked it up. I did my best to ignore the skinned corpse in my mouth as I carried her over to Gunstar and laid her on the ground before going back to grab the skin bundle of kits, who I placed next to their mother before helping to dig the grave.


    "Who.. Who would have done something like this?"



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    "As you command," Rebelpaw remarked. The snow leopard joined Gunstar in diligently digging the hole. His ears twitched as he heard his sister's comment and the spotted wildcat raised his head. "Perhaps it would be good to inform her of danger? It seems like she is the one being targeted..."


    Rebelpaw looked over at Weed and shrugged, quite baffled as him as to who could've done such a heinous deed.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=cornflowerblue; bordercolor=white; height: 270px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=2px;][font=georgia][size=8][color=white]"I don't know any Wingspan in Riverclan, though I thought there was one in Windclan," Gunstar answered, gouging the earth with his claws. This was obviously another personal vendetta that the Clan was suffering for. Dammit! What happened to sorting things out with a simple spar? Gun and Merc had hated each other for a time, then it came to blows and they were best buds again. Why couldn't everyone else do the same?

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    I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
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    This was unsettling to hear, so I kept quiet and continued to dig. I couldn't imagine a reason that would prompt somebody to do this. I'd been told in the past by my comrades that evil people existed in this earth, but I had never looked it in the eye before. Today, I think that changed somewhat, fracturing a bit of my innocence. Such brutality.. "Shouldn't someone warn the Wingspan in Windclan? If the message was meant for her..." It wouldn't be right to leave her in the dark about the possible killer stalking her. No matter what she'd done to claim his attention, such a horrible fate should't be allowed.



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