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šš¼ Falconheart doesnāt live in fear, exactly, but itās definitely something akin to that. His relationships with his parents, with his clanmates, with even the land that he walks uponāitās all flooded with too much knowledge, too much awareness of whatās happened before and what could happen again. Sunningrocks had been a battlefield and will be again. The small stream near the Owl Tree had seen Duskbird ripped from the world and could easily have taken Howlingstar as well. The part of the territory where Sandthorn had been killed. The pine forest border, where heād broken the code and fled from SkyClanās warriors. Theyāre all too dangerous; they make his fur prickle just being near them.
The Thunderpath is a special case, much different from the others. He canāt recall ever seeing anything die hereābut he knows that itās happened before, and all too frequently. A ThunderClan apprentice had even been killed on it, as had a ShadowClan leader, who had all of her lives ripped away at once. Monsters are a greater threat than the wolves head-on, but at least they stay on their path. They donāt rush into the forest, leaving splatterings of blood and gore across tree trunks and the leaves of bushes in their path. Theyāre more destructive, sureā¦ but theyāre more predictable. More avoidable. Falconheart can still handle approaching the Thunderpath without feeling a new surge of anxiety roaring through his chest, its current threatening to drag him under the surface and drown him. But as the patrol stalks closer and closer to the border, something feelsā¦ wrong. The smell is off, something wafting through the air, strange and foreign.
At last, Falconheart pushes through the underbrush to look out at the Thunderpath, and what he sees shocks him into a moment of stunned, horrified silence.
A monster is off the path. Its mouthāsurely thatās its mouthāis propped open, jagged edges baring sharp teeth. Some parts of its shiny, brightly-colored exoskeleton have peeled away to reveal the dulled innards. There isnāt any blood-smell, so there doesnāt seem to be any death here, but that doesnāt seem right when thereās a monster sitting ferociously at the Thunderpathās edge. Something within the tom cracks, concern lighting up a headache behind his eyes, but Falconheart doesnāt panic. "Stay back," he warns the rest of the patrol, a flick of his bushy tail accompanying his words. His paws used to tremble at the idea of giving an order, even issuing a warning to keep others safe, but as he takes a step forward there isnāt even a heartbeat of hesitation. If a monster has left the path, then something is terribly wrong. And as he waves his tail to the patrol, ducking into a patch of dense undergrowth.
We should run. We should leave. His better sense screams at him, but still the warrior doesnāt move from where he crouches in a bush. Through leaves and shadows he sees something else moving across the Thunderpath, a rumble greater than any heās felt before crawling up his limbs. And then it comes into viewāan even larger monster. Its back is flat, unlike the injured monster, and it moves toward the other as though sizing it up. Finally a twoleg exits the larger monster, and Falconheartās eyes widen in horror as another twoleg exits the injured monster. The twolegs both pull something from one of the monsters, tongue-like, and it is attached to the injured monster. Thenāa horrible screeching noise, as the injured monster is pulled backward, toward the larger one.
Is this how monsters hunt, how they eat? He doesnāt understand. He looks to the others in the patrol, his jaw tense with nerves. "What is it doing?" Why is one monsterā¦ eating another? Will they be next? It doesnāt seem safe to leave their hiding place now that theyāre here, so he stays put even as the monster begins to make an even louder screeching noise, jerking a bit further into the other monsterās maw. They shouldā¦ they should leave. But what if they leave, and one of the monsters rushes off into the territory without anyone around to notice?
The Thunderpath is a special case, much different from the others. He canāt recall ever seeing anything die hereābut he knows that itās happened before, and all too frequently. A ThunderClan apprentice had even been killed on it, as had a ShadowClan leader, who had all of her lives ripped away at once. Monsters are a greater threat than the wolves head-on, but at least they stay on their path. They donāt rush into the forest, leaving splatterings of blood and gore across tree trunks and the leaves of bushes in their path. Theyāre more destructive, sureā¦ but theyāre more predictable. More avoidable. Falconheart can still handle approaching the Thunderpath without feeling a new surge of anxiety roaring through his chest, its current threatening to drag him under the surface and drown him. But as the patrol stalks closer and closer to the border, something feelsā¦ wrong. The smell is off, something wafting through the air, strange and foreign.
At last, Falconheart pushes through the underbrush to look out at the Thunderpath, and what he sees shocks him into a moment of stunned, horrified silence.
A monster is off the path. Its mouthāsurely thatās its mouthāis propped open, jagged edges baring sharp teeth. Some parts of its shiny, brightly-colored exoskeleton have peeled away to reveal the dulled innards. There isnāt any blood-smell, so there doesnāt seem to be any death here, but that doesnāt seem right when thereās a monster sitting ferociously at the Thunderpathās edge. Something within the tom cracks, concern lighting up a headache behind his eyes, but Falconheart doesnāt panic. "Stay back," he warns the rest of the patrol, a flick of his bushy tail accompanying his words. His paws used to tremble at the idea of giving an order, even issuing a warning to keep others safe, but as he takes a step forward there isnāt even a heartbeat of hesitation. If a monster has left the path, then something is terribly wrong. And as he waves his tail to the patrol, ducking into a patch of dense undergrowth.
We should run. We should leave. His better sense screams at him, but still the warrior doesnāt move from where he crouches in a bush. Through leaves and shadows he sees something else moving across the Thunderpath, a rumble greater than any heās felt before crawling up his limbs. And then it comes into viewāan even larger monster. Its back is flat, unlike the injured monster, and it moves toward the other as though sizing it up. Finally a twoleg exits the larger monster, and Falconheartās eyes widen in horror as another twoleg exits the injured monster. The twolegs both pull something from one of the monsters, tongue-like, and it is attached to the injured monster. Thenāa horrible screeching noise, as the injured monster is pulled backward, toward the larger one.
Is this how monsters hunt, how they eat? He doesnāt understand. He looks to the others in the patrol, his jaw tense with nerves. "What is it doing?" Why is one monsterā¦ eating another? Will they be next? It doesnāt seem safe to leave their hiding place now that theyāre here, so he stays put even as the monster begins to make an even louder screeching noise, jerking a bit further into the other monsterās maw. They shouldā¦ they should leave. But what if they leave, and one of the monsters rushes off into the territory without anyone around to notice?
- ooc: TLDR; a car crashed into a tree and is being pulled onto a flatbed tow truck!
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ā shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
ā son of flamewhisker andflycatcher; brother to stormfeather, scorchedkit, bugkit, sunkit, squirrelkit, sparrowpaw
ā peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
ā penned by foxlore