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// tw for gore / mentions of feeling the need to throw up or gag
It was a hot day- unfortunate.
The stentch that emitted from the thunderpath was like no other, it usually smelled awfully of monster and twoleg- but this scent was something far more foul.
The aroma that hit Sootstar's nose almost caused her to gag at the very first whiff, the only reason she managed to keep her composure was the fear of embarrassment... It wouldn't be very she-cat like to throw up the contents of yesterdays dinner... now would it? Yet it takes every inch of strength in her body to proceed without gags, and by now her patrol too smells it. Disgusted voices erupt, what the hell was that stentch?!
At the thunderpath they'd find it.
Blood was spattered across the road, most of it now dried up in the suns rays... but still stunk, and there was still evidently lots of the bodily fluid. Smack in the middle of the thunderpath nearing the yellow-design were... pieces of meat and ebony fur. There was no body, just... torn flesh, fur, and blood. There were blood marks that led into ShadowClan territory, if there had been a body it had been dragged back into the marshes.
Sootstar guesses this- had been a ShadowClan cat, crushed by the weight of a monster. It's such a grim scene even Sootstar looks notably disturbed... and with the black fur she couldn't even begin to guess who had been slaughtered.
Her limbs feel shake-y, she lowers herself into a sitting position in order to keep herself composed.
"StarClan forbid it..." She murmurs in-half prayer that such an incident never occurs again.
It was a hot day- unfortunate.
The stentch that emitted from the thunderpath was like no other, it usually smelled awfully of monster and twoleg- but this scent was something far more foul.
The aroma that hit Sootstar's nose almost caused her to gag at the very first whiff, the only reason she managed to keep her composure was the fear of embarrassment... It wouldn't be very she-cat like to throw up the contents of yesterdays dinner... now would it? Yet it takes every inch of strength in her body to proceed without gags, and by now her patrol too smells it. Disgusted voices erupt, what the hell was that stentch?!
At the thunderpath they'd find it.
Blood was spattered across the road, most of it now dried up in the suns rays... but still stunk, and there was still evidently lots of the bodily fluid. Smack in the middle of the thunderpath nearing the yellow-design were... pieces of meat and ebony fur. There was no body, just... torn flesh, fur, and blood. There were blood marks that led into ShadowClan territory, if there had been a body it had been dragged back into the marshes.
Sootstar guesses this- had been a ShadowClan cat, crushed by the weight of a monster. It's such a grim scene even Sootstar looks notably disturbed... and with the black fur she couldn't even begin to guess who had been slaughtered.
Her limbs feel shake-y, she lowers herself into a sitting position in order to keep herself composed.
"StarClan forbid it..." She murmurs in-half prayer that such an incident never occurs again.