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[size=7pt]Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?
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Silkpaw had gone hunting, eager to stretch her healing limbs. The bite on her back leg has almost completely healed, the scar smaller than she had anticipated. But having been walking gingerly on it for so long, she had felt antsy to stretch it. Not to mention that the clan could always use more freshkill. She had just been heading back, a squirrel in her jaws when she heard Raggedstar's furious yowls.
She didn't know the whole story. What she heard as she raced across the snow were single words, drifting out into the night like halting ghosts, murder, Minkkit, exiled... Silk skidded into camp and found the large group crowded around the small she-kit, a small shape in the freshkill that shouldn't have been there--
"She's two moons," she said, striding forward. "You might as well execute her, the result would be the same." Her tone did not sound right--it wasn't what you would expect in the current situation. It was too even, too calm. She regarded Minkkit with a mixture of shock and surprise, and something else that she couldn't quite put her tail on. She had heard Snakehiss's words and inclined her head in agreement. "Anyone not in full control of their own actions, should be held entirely responsible. In fact, I think many of us will recall that Minkkit has struggled with the very concept of death. It's possible she didn't even know what she was doing. Do you still blame her then?"
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☆ GENERAL ☆
✯ Silk, Silky ✯ Female ♀
✯ 6 Moons, ages on the 20th
✯ Aromantic Bisexual
✯ Traditional Shadowclan
☆ CURRENT ☆
✯injuries:A deep fox-bite on her back right leg and her left shoulder
✯Health: 90% [increases 10% per thread post-injury]
✯Kill Count: 1 fox, 0 felines
☆ RELATIONSHIPS ☆
✯ Single ╯no crush
✯ Littermates: Winterpaw
✯ Siblings: Ghostkit, Fernkit, Hickorykit, Stonekit, Echopaw
✯ Falconstorm x NPC
☆ PHYSICAL ☆
✯ Charcoal marbled tabby with white
✯ Medium-length silken fur, lithe, delicate face
✯ Golden eyes
✯ A band of four white rings on her fluffy tail ending in a white tip, white tipped ears
✯ Reference: x [clicky]
✯ Voice Claim
☆ PSYCHOLOGICAL ☆
✯ Serious, patient, quiet, careful, observant,
✯ Slytherclaw
✯ Lawful Evil
☆ INTERACTIONS ☆
✯ Physically medium – Mentally extremely hard
✯ PM for capture, no maim or kill
✯ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
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