rose garden : death

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    The moons were growing colder, the shiver of leafbare crawling up Mary’s spine whenever she’d step outside the bloodhouse. Her children were beginning to grow into fine young kittens and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d set foot outside the dangerous city. She wouldn’t dare allow them to accompany her outside their borders and so she’d sneak out at the crack of dawn, the fresh dew sticking to her pelt to create a starry and bewitching ivory illusion. Her mismatched gaze fell upon a loner but a few feet away from their border, scenting faintly of Riverclan overpowered by weeks of roaming. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing on Bloodclan borders--“ Suddenly, her voice was cut off by watching the large tom slowly craning his neck to look directly at the guard, a crazed look in his amber red eyes. She was never one to admit fear and yet something about him unsettled the maine coon immensely. The daughter of Sheogorath, one of the most vile and dangerous cats known to the clans, was uncomfortable by this loner. In a split second, the powerfully huge tom lunged directly at Mary with claws unsheathed and ready to tear at her flesh. His claws had managed to tear a gash along her chest, rage bubbling into the shocked molly before she finally reacted as she was thrown against the soil. The rogue now took advantage of having Mary beneath him, aiming to end her life with a death bite to her neck. Seconds away from having her thorax ripped from her jugular, she raked his soft belly with her elongated claws as hard as she could possibly muster, watching the male stumble off of her as his innards oozed from the slices across his flesh. Breathless and bloodied, Mary stood over his dying body with a newfound admiration for life.


    /gotcha haha ;^))


    The sound of a fight drew Ruth close, paws pushing her into a run as she raced towards the sound of conflict. When she arrived, she was greeted with the sight of blood splattering as Mary ripped open an aggressive rogue from head to tail. Her eyes widened, but she was relieved to see her friend was alright, save for the blood that splattered her pristine white pelt. "Mary... I'm glad you're okay," she murmured, rushing to her side to check and make sure she was truly okay. "Good job. Maybe Luna will enjoy cleaning up," she joked darkly.


    ( you are so evil i was SO SCARED )


    INFORMATION

    //I'VE BEEN HAD


    You can't fool your body

    You can only fool your mind

    Minnow ★ BloodClan ★ Guard apprentice ★ 10 moons ★ Female

    Minnow had always enjoyed patrolling the borders, even though bad things always seemed to happen when she did. This time, was no different. The turkish van flattened her ears at the commotion, picking up her pace and trying not to panic. She arrived right on time to see Mary save herself, slicing open the male's belly and spilling the life from him, in every meaning of the phrase. Minnow skidded to a halt, holding in a cry of horror. Clearly the male had been trying to kill Mary, and that was bad. But... But... She, had to. Self defence. But now Mary stood over the tom, victorious, with not a spark of shame to be found on her features. Ruth appeared, the only thing she seemingly cared about was Mary's wellbeing. It's the only thing that matters. That tom tried to kill her. Minnow blinked, trying to force her tears back. She wasn't, sad for the tom exactly. Perhaps in the short time she'd spent in ThunderClan, she'd somewhat forgotten how different the rest of BloodClan was from her. Forcing herself not to breath in the stench of death, nor look at the corpse, Minnow tried to wipe the remorse from her face as she looked to Mary. "I-I'm glad he d-d-didn't get you."

    Tags ★ "speech" ★ thoughts

    ooc: man i felt so scared, very glad she's not dead <3


    A metallic tang hung heavily within the air, giving the child pause as she went about exploring her new home. Lifting her skull from the undergrowth, she turned it towards the barren streets to her left and veered, hearing the hushed whispers of concern. Oh? Was something happening? Desire always getting the better of her, Liv brought herself upon the scene, finding Mary coated in the blood of a stranger who now lay mutilated on the concrete. Gruesome, but necessary. Mary wasn't the type to kill without reason, after all. Frown deepening as she meandered upon the twosome comforting this victim, she spoke without thinking, "So why did he try to kill you?" Probably not the best thing to say to a near-murder victim, though it didn't exactly occur to her in that moment.

    Feeling the frigid kiss of death so near her ivory features was enough to send a shiver down her spine even after slaughtering her opponent. This was the closest she’d ever been to the clutches of death. A certain emotion surged through her body, one she couldn’t quite place. Perhaps a hunger of sorts, a hunger for life. No, if not a starvation for life, for glory. Mary was snapped from her deep thoughts when the group arrived. Regaining her composure rather quickly, only allowing a few seconds to go by in silence before she offered Ruth a devilish smile. “That mouse brain ruined my pelt..” Was all she could utter, disbelief clouding her eyes darkly as she watched the blood trail from her chest. Her beautiful fur! How dare he! “Honestly, I don’t know. He just attacked me as you can see.” She would respond to Olivia with as much confusion as she had expressed. Her gaze drifted to Minnow for a moment, a bitter taste lingering in her mouth as to why such a soft creature would remain in Bloodclan.


    「 people gathered around to watch as their small empire sinks 」

    The strange metallic-y scent was strange to the feline, unaware of its association with blood just yet. Trotting up, Gallows took her spot next to her sister, the Russian blue peering down at the corpse that was staining the concrete underneath it red. "We could have interrogated him and then killed him!" Gallows chirped, a grin across the youngster's face. "He had it coming for him though." She followed up, leaning forward slightly to take a good sniff of the body, her blue eyes drifting up towards Mary a moment later. Gallows found herself covering her nose a moment later, the iron-y scent of the blood suddenly becoming too much for the kit.


    "speaking." or "speaking."

    TAGS


    You can't fool your body

    You can only fool your mind

    Minnow ★ BloodClan ★ Guard apprentice ★ 10 moons ★ Female

    Olivia, a molly Minnow didn't know well, arrived next, only asking why the tom had attacked. Mary didn't seem to know, and Minnow flinched when the bloodied female looked at her. It was clear she didn't think much of the turkish van's presence, and Minnow could't blame her. Everyone else was simply glad Mary was alive. Minnow was too, of course! She just... Wished the tom hadn't had to die quite like that. Keep it to yourself. Gallows, Olivia's sister, wandered over, recoiling from the smell it seemed. I'm with you there. The scent of blood and innards was nearly choking the caramel molly.

    Tags ★ "speech" ★ thoughts

    What a boring response. Clearly displeased with the lack of information, the raven she-cat huffed silently and flicked her tail against her sister's pelt as she moved in beside her. Gallows had a lot more patience than she did, something she'd always been a bit envious of. Nodding her agreement with her, Liv piped up alongside, "Right! But... I suppose it's a little late for that." She frowned again, as though Mary could simply go back in time to fix the errors occurring in present time. However, time travelling was a fictional fantasy. Blinking at Minnow, it drew her attention that the shy silver tabby didn't speak much. Was she mute?

    White socked paws pressed against the snowy pavement, a snobbish gait carrying the ring-tailed feline over the clearing. He had watched the scene from the roof of a nearby flower shop. Soil trickled from his bouncing fur as he approached the group. His emerald hues traveling to the caramel van shivering in her fur from the sight. "what she meant was, everybody has a reason to attack someone ya’ flea-licker. Don’t cha wanna know why? " the snobby feline’s sing-song accented voice pressed the momentary silence. Finding himself defending the newest ‘golden child’ brought in by Caledon. "An’ whatta ya waitin’ for! Take some teeth for ya’ collar. You waitin’ on permission?" he added with a snort, rolling his eyes.

    KEATON'S STATS.

    SPIDER

    LOVES THE NIGHT / BLOODCLAN


    His fur was on end as he came upon the scene. Eyes flicking over his mother as he moved to press to her side. He is lucky I wasn't here when he attacked! I would have pulled him apart limb by limb! He spat as he looked the older molly over. Sure, he was young, but he was not one to let something like this go. Lucky tom, he was dead and would keep his body together.


    speaking