Howdy~
You can kill Reedfur; I just made him on the spot for some FK because I'm trying to find something cool to do. I want to make a muse baby, lol.
And LOL, would you want my ferret to chill with your character and the mentor? I think that'd be fun. His name is Artisan and he wears a suit of armadillo skin for protection.
That works for me! 
You could do one for Prague; he's a silver and white ticked tabby with blue eyes who's a bit sarcastic and crude.
Or you could do one for a Spearmint; he's a light brown tabby with green eyes who's super sweet but sort of dumb.
Reedfur limped off from the border. He needed to get this treated- the sooner, the better. His front left limb hung like a coat off a hanger, and it stung terribly.
The old red tom was exhausted; but he was determined. He wanted to live his days and be able to be an elder- even if it was just to watch spoiled kits squabble. It was the dream, wasn't it?
He had fought many a moon for his native Clan, and as he limped away he contemplated if this was how his life was supposed to be. It just wasn't fair, he thought to himself, that he spent every waking hour fighting for a Clan that probably didn't know his name. He had no kits, he never had a mate. It was incredibly lonely for the tom, he reflected, as he dragged himself closer to camp.
The sound of shifting reeds stopped the limping tom dead in his tracks.
"Wh-what do you want? G-get away from me!"
He couldn't run- the tom simply looked at the snow leopard in front of him. The parts he could still move were quaking, the dislocated arm flopping from the movement.
(Works for me!)
"I wish I thought you meant that," he meowed crestfallen.
"Why must you chase an old coot like me? In a moon or two I'd be in the Elder's den. Have you no shame?"
Reedfur thought about it, and thought to himself as to how he got into this precarious situation.
"It's your call."
He was quaking- the opposing tom could kill him quicker than a monster on the Thunderpath.
Reedfur started muttering prayer to StarClan; if he was going to die he was going to die a faithful warrior.
"Plan B?"
What in StarClan's name was he talking about? not the twoleg birth control, obviously
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I'll die a warrior!"
The lopsided tom leaped toward the snow leopard, trying to make his last stand.
Great StarClan, it was like he was falling apart!
He got a claw tangled in the leopard's fur and ripped it trying to get off.
The almost-elder aged tom shuddered; the pain was starting to take over. Reedfur decided to curse at his attacker.
"You will rue the day you killed me; I s-s-s-wear it! I'll fucking find you in hell and I'll laugh as your fur sloughs off your body and festering sores and blisters grow on your muscles!"
"YOU WILL NEVER LIVE A FUCKING GOOD DAY AFTER TODAY!"
( LOL )
"Fuck off," the RiverClan warrior barked as he continued to shake from borderline shock.
"You will be forever tortured in the deepest fucking pits of NightClan, do you understand me? You will rot from the inside out until the decay is exposed to the stiff hellish humid air."
"That's just what happens to murderers," he meowed indignantly.
He was facing the Snow Leopard; it was weird for the tom to be in this orientation.
"I... hope you're happy."
"May the stars have mercy on your soul."
The tom started wheezing and his heart was beating out of his chest.
At that moment, the tom knew he would die.
"May RiverClan forever prosper."
It was a sick irony, really, to be killed in the water as a RiverClan cat.
He had a seizure, now delving into full shock. It only got darker; the tom was taking on so much water that it almost appeared that he was sinking.
It finally turned all black; and the tom stayed in position, the life devoid in his eyes.
Reedfur was dead.
( Regardless of how this works out, I think his warrior name will be Spearmint lol~ )
Spearkit liked her renewed resolve; the tom simply stayed as chipper and derpy as he was before.
"Good luck ta ya'll," he said simply as he kept looking around.
"Jus' do ya best."
( Lol, do you want me to lock the thread? )
A squirrel was killed by a flaming meteor three hundred miles away.
I'm saving up for a bear to toke with your leopard
Well, right now I got a ferret.
His name is Artisan and he wears a suit that he made with armadillo skin.
Ooh, that's super cool!
I'm excited!
Do you want me to make a thread or do you?
Artisan was just getting used to the heat. It was hot as all get-out; the ferret took off his armor and was taking refuge behind a big rock. Although in the shade was still hot, the difference made it so nice that he debated making a little home there.
He looked around for company; and blotted himself with the mossballs he kept in his suit.
( It's all good; I get museless too. )
Artisan eyed the snow leopard who seemed so enthralled with himself that he was laughing for no reason.
Hmm, that's something to do.
The ferret went to investigate.
"Ay, what're you up to?"
