- Sep 19, 2022
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TW mention of death, and blood/injuries please wait for @cinderfrost ))
Squeak Squeak
Moth had not meant to witness the crimes that the black slender tom had committed or the fact that he had kidnapped four defenseless kits. No, Moth had just been looking for her friend, wanting to show the other the nice things she had found but...she stumbled upon her being attacked and had hidden in some reeds, but the tom had found her and relentlessly hurt her, striking her down with swift harsh swipes as she was forced into keeping quiet, and so she did. Moth was a good cat, she did not even know what she had witnessed but last image of her own friend was her laying in the grass, limp and unmoving.
The girl had fled, she was not even supposed to be there anyways due to the cats who lived there and she wondered if her own friend had made it out, unaware that her friend was never coming back and those defenseless kits would grow up to be warriors. Exhausted the small molly found herself at Thunderclan's border before collapsing onto the ground, one paw reaching foward in a pleading matter, she was almost safe! Her thought was if she ran far as she could the tom who had attacked her won't come for her, and so...she had ran and ran, her body stinging from where the tom had struck her. As the sound of rustling the girl struggled to stand onto her paws once more but fell back down wincing slightly, fur stained with blood "please...help" she would meekly cry out, soft voice unable to carry far as she felt herself begin to drift, oh how tired she was.
The girl had fled, she was not even supposed to be there anyways due to the cats who lived there and she wondered if her own friend had made it out, unaware that her friend was never coming back and those defenseless kits would grow up to be warriors. Exhausted the small molly found herself at Thunderclan's border before collapsing onto the ground, one paw reaching foward in a pleading matter, she was almost safe! Her thought was if she ran far as she could the tom who had attacked her won't come for her, and so...she had ran and ran, her body stinging from where the tom had struck her. As the sound of rustling the girl struggled to stand onto her paws once more but fell back down wincing slightly, fur stained with blood "please...help" she would meekly cry out, soft voice unable to carry far as she felt herself begin to drift, oh how tired she was.
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