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it was her warrior assessment.
waterpaw had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, and she was doing damn well. she had a few minutes left, she'd catch a few more things, and then she'd go back to camp. she'd be celebrated for everything she'd done, for her good hunting and her skills and her moons and moons of training. she'd get her warrior name, move to the better den. she'd make some lovely lady her mate, she'd serve her clan, she'd grow old and become an elder. then she'd die of age, or perhaps some sickness that attacked her old and frail body.
that was the plan.
that had always been the plan.
but she'd seen a rabbit. a big, fat one that could feed three apprentices. it had to be nearly her own size. she'd catch it, and that alone would grant her some fabulous name, like waterheart. maybe waterrabbit, if loststar felt like being funny.
it sat on the thunderpath, all the monsters far off. she knew she could get it and come back before any got even close.
so she darted out, long legs springing her onto it's back in a clean jump. it wiggled and squirmed when she bit into it's neck, it's blood getting everywhere. it was awfully messy, but it was strong and fought with all it's might.
she could hear the monster coming. closer, closer. she bit down harder, and finally, it went limp.
then the monster slammed into her body, and she went just as limp.
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"josh, i don't care. he killed her. you can't just justify murder." the man snapped, both hands on the wheel, his phone wedged between his cheek and his shoulder. "he killed her. slammed his car and tossed her body into a ditch. he didn't care that she had a family and friends and life. none of it mattered to him. if you want to work the case, be my guest, but you're not gonna win-"
thump.
"shit, i think i hit something. fuck you, it's not ironic - it's probably some stray cat, not a woman. i've gotta go."
the man stopped his car and jumped out, adjusting his suit jacket. a cat, fur a dull shade of gold, lie sprawled out, covered in blood. a rabbit lie beside it, and he couldn't help arching his brows. "that's a big fucking rabbit..." he mumbled to himself, opening the back door of his cart. he opened his gym bag and pulled out a towel covered in sweat, turning back. he wrapped the two bodies in the towel, not wanting to touch them, and carted them to the side of the road, tossing the bodies into the ditch. the cat went flying, the rabbit tumbling away with the towel.
he sighed, eyeing his hands as though the stench of death had crept through the towel and onto his hands, and shook his head. "fucking ironic my ass."
[so, she isn't actually dead. however, anyone looking on saw only him pick her up, and it's assumed he took the body with him. there's a ton of blood on the road, and it should be assumed to be water's. she'll be in windclan for a while and will be back...eventually.]