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    Blood dripped from the tom's body and face, a soft patter upon the riverbank as his one-sided gaze met the Sunning Rocks, his haven for now. He clambered up slowly, slipping on his own life essence as his claws struggled to get a grip. He didn't stop running until he had crossed into the middle of Thunderclan territory, escaping the clutches of his clan. Ex-clan. He exhaled, falling to lay on the warm rocks as blood trickled into each crack. He'd be back, he'd go back and get his revenge and rip every life from Wildseas himself before he tore Artemis' body to shreds. His eyes rolled open as he listened to the splashing of the river on the bank, tail hanging limply as he exhaled heavily. Perhaps Parrot would find him. Nightstar did like him so, it was possible he'd be taken in and given a chance to heal and plot the destruction of Bloodclan in peace. He lifted himself up, legs shaking as he waited for Parrot, exhaling loudly and painfully.


    glade   [Polynesia]   .parrotsong.

    //its happening bois.

    Her belly had started to swell with the promise of new life. The tortie had sworn that these kits would be cared for just as she had been despite their origins. Their fathers would never be mentioned to them, hidden from the clan in hopes of keeping them safe. The feline had awoken to her stomach rumbling, signaling her that she needed to eat. Standing in her nest, the molly stretched out and began her way towards the Sunningrocks. A familiar scent overcame her senses as she drew closer to her destination. However, the smell of blood rushed to her nose as well.


    Rushing towards the scent, she saw Dismay standing there. His silvery pelt littered with wounds. “Dismay...” Parrotsong began, her orbs full of emotion. She ran to his side and tried to allow him to lean against her for support. “What happened?”


    It had been a good day to stretch her limbs after finally giving birth. She was still sore but if she was stuck with her kittens a moment longer she would've gone mad. Ravensong was an amazing mother and she trusted her kits with the older woman completely. For a few moments, just outside of camp, she'd take in the sounds of the territory. Birds chirped in a tree and the river hummed its poisoned rhythm. Feathersong supposed it wouldn't hurt to go to the stream that had impacted so much of her early days.

    Aching limbs carried her frail body down to the water's edge, allowing her to catch sight of Parrotsong. For a moment she couldn't understand the she-cat's urgency but the scent of blood quickly explained that. Tentatively, she wobbled up the rocks, her eyes immediately wide with horror at the sight before her. Upon the rocks and bloody, laid her defiler and to her disgust it appeared that Parrotsong was cradling him.

    "Dismay!" The hiss was filled with hatred and rage the likes of which she herself had never experienced. "Get away from him, now." The medicine cat called, her body seeming empty now that her pregnant belly had disappeared. Fluffy paws revealed sharp claws that dragged against the stone beneath the three of them.

    His half-blind gaze trailed to follow the shape of the pretty calico, Parrotsong. His single eye that wasn't sliced and screwed shut shimmered in relief, his whole body aching as he smiled in pain. Within moments, the swollen queen was pressed against him, holding him as though he imagined his mother would if she had been there in that moment. He allowed himself to fall into her, his crimson blood smearing and flattening the fur he touched as his legs gave out. The pads were scratched deep, glass embedded in them and the claw marks along his face, back, flank, and hindlegs burned as the slow blackish blood trudged from his open wounds, spattering the silvery blue tom and pooling on the rocks he had perched on. He exhaled, his only time of cracking mask revealing the scared, relieved tom beneath, burrowing his head into the Riverclan assassin's fur. It seemed peaceful, seemed the perfect way to die if this was how it would happen.


    Until it wasn't. A screech from a distantly familiar voice stirred the bloody, broken demon, his one sided gaze turning to meet Feather's eyes, the one burning brown gem in his bloody, disfigured face looking down at her with shock and surprise. He lurched to an awkward sitting position, movement painful and unnatural before he forced his slipping hindlegs beneath him and pushed himself off the rock. But, he didn't calculate how weak he was and once the force hit his bloody front paws, they buckled. The muscular beast, a creature so vile and evil, lay bleeding on the bank infront of his victim with only one eye wide open and breathing labored. He murmured, not recognizing the face before him, "H-help me...please."

    As Feathersong snarled at her to leave Dismay’s side, she couldn’t bring herself to. The kits she carried were his and Strike’s. The queen watched as he struggled as if he was trying to run away. He was in pain, broken and bloody. The warrior stood tall and moved in front of the chaotic tom, her gaze was harsh and unrelenting. “I will not allow you to harm him.” Unsheathing her claws, the curved daggers scraped against the cold stones. Her bobtail lashing furiously, her ears pinned to her skull as she regarded the tabby.


    Her lip curled slightly, her fangs glistening as she waited to see what would come next. The assassin unafraid of what lay ahead. “He has done nothing to this clan. He’s come to get help. Can’t you see he needs medical attention?!” Her hormonal state threatened her, bringing her close to tears as she spoke. She had been manipulated, but she cared for the former BloodClanner. Would she dare speak of her kits lineage? No. Her kits would be scorned for her sins against her clan.


    For a moment, she stood quietly as he wriggled and bled on the rocks. When his gaze landed on hers, it was obvious that he knew what he had done and she took a step forward, ready to end his life. Before she could, Parrotsong stepped between them and Feathersong bore daggers into her. "Nothing to this clan? So it's okay to rape me, just because I'm a medicine cat?" The woman would utter, in bitter frustration. "Take a look at Fennelkit, even someone so naive to believe this tom and his vile lies would see the instant resemblance." Boldly, she took another step forward, growling at the she-cat.


    "I won't tell you again, he's an enemy of RiverClan and I will stop him from hurting anyone else."

    The tortie felt sick as Feathersong told her of what had happened. She hadn’t known of the medicine cat’s rape. Her kits were being sired by a tom that she had not believed to be evil. “That can’t be true. It just can’t...” Her mind had been corrupted by this tom. Molded to care for him just as she had cared for Gleampaw. The tortie had trusted him. The ebony and flame queen closed her eyes and her breathing became labored as she fought within herself. The assassin finally opened her eyes and turned towards Dismay. Her heart sunk in her chest, the assassin wanted to beg him to tell her that this wasn’t true. Yet the evidence was clear. Fennelkit looked just like Dismay. Her gaze became cold towards the silvery feline. He had shown his true colors just as Strike had. “I should kill you right now, but I believe Feathersong is owed some justice.”


    The queen stepped to the side and turned her head away from the injured exile. “I wanted to believe you were good. You made me believe you.” Her voice wavered, cracking with emotion. “I carry your kits as a reminder of that broken trust. A lesson I will carry with me for the rest of my life. Feathersong, you deserve justice.”

    D I S M A Y

    WHERE YOU BEEN, CAIN?

    WHERE YOU BEEN, WHERE'S YOUR BROTHER?


    tags --

    His eye darkened, an acceptance flowing over his gaze as he listened to the two queens bicker over him. He had nowhere to go, nowhere that was safe from the two clans that hated him and the reality of his lineage filled his broken shape. He fought a chuckle. 17 moons. 17 moons and he was already going to die before his grandfather, before his father and mother. He coughed, blood sputtering from his lips as he opened his brown eyes and stared up at Parrot and Feather, two cats who held his life in their claws, two she-cats he had hurt. He already saw there was no-way to carve his way out of this one. Too weak to move and the two already saw through the once handsome's tom's lies and manipulation. He hacked again, coughing a small pool next to his head before he sneered, one last hoo-rah before these felines destroyed him, "You carry my children, both of you, plus two more females. B-be proud. They-they're of g-great lineage a-and both w-were chosen for certain q-qualities." Get under their skin, make it as painless as he could. Afterall, he'd have to wait a long time for his mother to join him in the afterlife and he didn't wish to delay his own visit any more.


    But he didn't have any control over that.

    //and god-modding is aloud now. have fun <33 afterwards I can make it public and people can discover what had happen if you'd like

    made by xredxpepperx

    Feathersong could see Parrotsong's struggle and for a moment she felt intensely guilty for screaming at her. It was hard for her to believe that the warrior hadn't seen this side of the hideous tom but it didn't matter anymore. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this." The medicine cat would mew sincerely, stepping past her so that she could face Dismay. "I carried your children, they're nothing like you. I'll die before I let them end up like you." The she-cat would snarl bitterly before swinging her right forepaw into his remaining eye, shredding it. "That's for those kittens who will never get to grow up normally."

    Everything was red to her and she had trouble controlling herself. She didn't want his death to be quick, after all, her torturous gestation had lasted for moons. "Your lineage is as filthy as your home, it's a lineage full of liars and murderers." She hissed to him, pressing her muzzle against one of his ears before raking her claws across his muzzle.

    "I know you can still hear me."     Feathersong whispered to him, as she prepared to swing back her paw once more but stopped midway. "You almost destroyed my life, and those kittens will never have a chance at a normal life, so help me in spite of that they'll never know you." Steadying her breathing, she forced a single claw against his throat.

    "You'll just be a bad memory to me, but you'll never even exist to them. You're nothing Dismay." She would kill him now but she didn't want him to have the pleasure of dying in the company of others. He deserved to die alone. Withdrawing her claw, she'd attempt to shove him over the rocks, forcing him into the polluted river below them.

    Parrotsong remained silent as the healer had given her a sincere apology. She grimaced as the first blow was delivered. Anger was like a black hole, pulling a soul towards it once in its gravitational pull. Would Feathersong be able to handle taking a life? It would break the medic, tearing her apart from the inside out. “Feathersong, don’t.” Her tone was reassuring, calm. “Killing him will bring you nothing but pain. You think it would bring you happiness. Watching the life go from his eyes, it’s something you’ll never free from your mind.” The assassin, on the other hand, had seen death nine times by her own claws. Her daggers still poised and prepared to kill. “Let me kill him for you.”


    She waited for Feathersong’s permission before taking calculated steps towards him. Leaning down, she whispered in his ear. She knew that he could still hear her and this would be his last memory. “You will die today, Dismay. Memories of you will fade from this world. You will cease to exist. The kits you’ve sired with not know of you, especially mine. You will fade into nothing. You will die alone and I will refuse to mourn you.” Looking up at the tabby, the warrior advised her to avert her eyes. “You’ll want to avert your eyes for this.” Turning him over onto his back, his body barely registering any movement. He was on the brink of death.


    Outstretching her claws, the assassin sheathed them in his throat. The crystalline thorns dug deep and hard, pushing down with each passing second. Inch by inch. Slowly, knowing it would cause him the pain he had given so many. “The god of death will find you today.” She hissed, reaching his artery. “Thankfully, Feathersong will not be the one to bring him to you. She doesn’t deserve that pain. Me on the other hand...I’ve seen his face many times.” His torture had lasted long enough. With all of her might, she pressed her claws into his throat. The sick satisfaction had been brief as the light faded from his eyes.


    Pulling her bloodied claws from his throat, the young warrior stood over his lifeless body. Hardened and cold was her demeanor. The assassin’s paw was caked in his blood, the proof of her guilt. “I ask you, Feathersong. Please don’t tell anyone my kit’s lineage. They don’t deserve to be scorned for their father’s sins.”


    //hope this is okay <33 sorry if it was a bit too much gore. let me know i can fix it.

    Feathersong watched as the warrior took her turn, her gaze grim. "I need to see it, to know he can't hurt anyone else." The fluffy molly would mew as Parrotsong asked her to look away. In a way the other she-cat was right, watching Dismay choke on his own essence didn't make her feel happy. It did make her feel safe, safe enough to gather herbs on her own again.


    "I won't, and I ask you do the same for me. Fennelkit and Pumpkinkit shouldn't have to know that this piece of dung is their father." The fiery medicine cat begged, before looking over the tom one last time. "Nobody can know about any of this." Heaving herself to her paws, she put her forepaws on the dead or dying tom.

    "Help me get this in the river."

    Nodding, she looked at the flame tabby. Knowing it would have a toll on her, the grim image would flood her memories. “His death will end his reign. No cat will know of your kits lineage. At least, not from me. He is nothing more than an awful memory.” The queen knew that Feathersong had carried this burden for far too long. Coming up beside her, she helped her push the lifeless body into the river. The vacant expression was one that would haunt her for many days to come. He had been kind to her, making her believe she was important to him. His body drifted downstream, the silvery pelt bobbing in the water as the corpse went.


    “Dismay can never hurt anyone anymore.” The assassin turned away from the river, knowing his body would wander to a distant shoreline. “I need to wash off the evidence and so do you. We don’t need a target on your back.” The tortie knew that one was clear on her back in the Dark Forest since she left, killing several of the apprentices during her time there. “The metallic taste is one you’ll never forget. So, if you don’t want to taste it, I suggest that you avoid grooming yourself.”


    It was an awful taste and Parrotsong would much rather wash her paws with the polluted water, but knew her kits would be harmed if she came into contact with the water. A risk she didn’t want to take. Her crimson-splattered paw was dripping blood. The feline’s dislike for the taste might not be able to triumph over her wish to hid the evidence. “Any ideas? The water is poisonous and the taste of blood is awful.”


    As they heaved him over, her breathes became ragged and she began to feel dizzy. It must be exhaustion from having just had her kittens only days ago. That's what she chose to believe anyway and after a few moments of panting the feelings faded. "I appreciate your help, I'm sorry it came to this." Feathersong mewed softly, apologizing again for reasons that eluded her.

    "Never. I just wish he could've been stopped sooner. So many innocent cats have been ruined by him." The words felt as empty as she did right now and she took a moment to examine her bloodied paws. She'd never forget disfiguring Dismay but for now she could live with what she had done.


    "The blood, you're right..." It took her a second to think and she looked a bit panicked. "We might just have to take a bit of a dirt bath, I can't think of any other way that doesn't involve moss from camp."

    The tortie nodded. “Like I told Dismay, death is a face I’ve seen many times. This was no different.” She masked her emotions, her voice was monotonous. Parrotsong glanced around attempting to location some dirt. The less time she spent with the evidence on her claws, the better. “Unfortunately, we are given what we’re given and we can’t change it. All we can do is grow from the experience.” She turned back to Feathersong and smiled. “Let’s go find a patch of dirt somewhere.”


    Padding away from the river, she hoped that no one would find the blood. Her eyes fell to the ground, hoping to wipe her sins. With deliberate steps, the young warrior knew that consequences would be given if Twistedstar found out.