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2. A monster on the thunderpath
CW: blood, gore, bone, dead body
The patrol had been going well. They had successfully caught two squirrels and a less than impressive mouse and the cats present seemed eager to catch more. It had been too long since ThunderClan had enjoyed such a prosperous day of hunting. Flycatcher knew they should have been heading back soon but he wanted to let his clanmates enjoy this; it had been a while since they had anything good to celebrate. "We'll pass close to the ShadowClan border before we head home," Flycatcher mewed to his patrol as they continue walking. He doesn't intend on getting too close to the border however lest the ShadowClan cats think they were goading them. Though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
After trekking a little further, Flycatcher instructed the patrol to return home, finding no further prey. It was a slight disappointment but they should be proud of what they had caught. To the left of the patrol sat the thunderpath (albeit hidden behind bushes) and the scent of monsters was particularly strong today. They were about to take a right turn and walk further back into their territory, when the ferocious growl pierced the air. A monster. Flycatcher tensed, eyes going wide at the sound. The ground beneath their paws seemed to vibrate and the growling was so loud it almost seemed like one was right behind them. "HIDE!" Flycatcher yelled, darting for the cover of a thick bush. The patrol waits for a moment, half expecting to see one of the metallic beasts come rolling past. But nothing happens. The growling persists, peaking for a moment, before trailing off as unknown the cats the car responsible sped away.
When the sound eventually dissipated, Flycatcher poked his head out of the bush. "I think we're safe," He mewed, looking around to be sure. "I think it's gone now."
But whilst the noise of the monster had ceased, a new sound had replaced it - a loud wail. And it was coming from the thunderpath.
Against his better instincts, Flycatcher heads towards the thunderpath, curious about who or what is making the noise. When he comes across the scene, he spots two cats on the thunderpath, a tortoiseshell cat lay flat on its surface and another standing over the fallen figure trying to rouse them. At first, Flycatcher thinks they are ShadowClan cats, or perhaps even rogues but there is a faint smell on the wind, almost hidden by the stench of the monsters. Kittypets. The cats on the thunderpath are kittypets. He feels pity for the two but knows they can't stop. Flycatcher turns to move away but it is only then he seems to really perceive the cat hunched over trying to rouse the other. "Moth?!" His voice comes out as a startled gasp.
On the thunderpath, a blue tabby she-cat whips her head around at the sound, eyes landing square on her younger brother. "Fly!" She calls out. "Flycatcher! Help me...help me please!" She whines, gesturing for him to come near. "It's my daughter, Rose. She isn't moving."
Rose. The name vaguely rings a bell in his head. One of his sister's elder children, a sister to Stormypaw, Cloudypaw, and Pebblepaw. Flycatcher does not commit to helping her straight away, but takes a step neared to see what has happened, wishing he hadn't as soon as his eyes fall upon Rose's body. A smear of blood lies behind her, a sickening marker of where the monster had first struck. Blood also trickles out of her mouth. Despite this, her body is largely free of blood. The only sign of anything wrong is the bone jutting out from a hind leg. Rose might have been a pretty cat once but the monster has left her broken and bent and dead.
"Moth, you have to get off the thunderpath!" Flycatcher urged.
"N-No!" Moth shook her head. "Not without Rose!" A frantic expression took hold, and she looked between FLycatcher and the ThunderClan cats behind him. "You have herbs, don't you? You can help her?"
TLDR: Whilst leading a patrol, Fly and the other patrol cats are nearby when his niece is struck by a monster on the thunderpath
Rose is already dead and Moth is in denial and refusing to listen to reason. Feel free to move Rose and/or Moth though do note there have been a lot of monsters on the thunderpath today and another might be on its way in my next response
CW: blood, gore, bone, dead body
The patrol had been going well. They had successfully caught two squirrels and a less than impressive mouse and the cats present seemed eager to catch more. It had been too long since ThunderClan had enjoyed such a prosperous day of hunting. Flycatcher knew they should have been heading back soon but he wanted to let his clanmates enjoy this; it had been a while since they had anything good to celebrate. "We'll pass close to the ShadowClan border before we head home," Flycatcher mewed to his patrol as they continue walking. He doesn't intend on getting too close to the border however lest the ShadowClan cats think they were goading them. Though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
After trekking a little further, Flycatcher instructed the patrol to return home, finding no further prey. It was a slight disappointment but they should be proud of what they had caught. To the left of the patrol sat the thunderpath (albeit hidden behind bushes) and the scent of monsters was particularly strong today. They were about to take a right turn and walk further back into their territory, when the ferocious growl pierced the air. A monster. Flycatcher tensed, eyes going wide at the sound. The ground beneath their paws seemed to vibrate and the growling was so loud it almost seemed like one was right behind them. "HIDE!" Flycatcher yelled, darting for the cover of a thick bush. The patrol waits for a moment, half expecting to see one of the metallic beasts come rolling past. But nothing happens. The growling persists, peaking for a moment, before trailing off as unknown the cats the car responsible sped away.
When the sound eventually dissipated, Flycatcher poked his head out of the bush. "I think we're safe," He mewed, looking around to be sure. "I think it's gone now."
But whilst the noise of the monster had ceased, a new sound had replaced it - a loud wail. And it was coming from the thunderpath.
Against his better instincts, Flycatcher heads towards the thunderpath, curious about who or what is making the noise. When he comes across the scene, he spots two cats on the thunderpath, a tortoiseshell cat lay flat on its surface and another standing over the fallen figure trying to rouse them. At first, Flycatcher thinks they are ShadowClan cats, or perhaps even rogues but there is a faint smell on the wind, almost hidden by the stench of the monsters. Kittypets. The cats on the thunderpath are kittypets. He feels pity for the two but knows they can't stop. Flycatcher turns to move away but it is only then he seems to really perceive the cat hunched over trying to rouse the other. "Moth?!" His voice comes out as a startled gasp.
On the thunderpath, a blue tabby she-cat whips her head around at the sound, eyes landing square on her younger brother. "Fly!" She calls out. "Flycatcher! Help me...help me please!" She whines, gesturing for him to come near. "It's my daughter, Rose. She isn't moving."
Rose. The name vaguely rings a bell in his head. One of his sister's elder children, a sister to Stormypaw, Cloudypaw, and Pebblepaw. Flycatcher does not commit to helping her straight away, but takes a step neared to see what has happened, wishing he hadn't as soon as his eyes fall upon Rose's body. A smear of blood lies behind her, a sickening marker of where the monster had first struck. Blood also trickles out of her mouth. Despite this, her body is largely free of blood. The only sign of anything wrong is the bone jutting out from a hind leg. Rose might have been a pretty cat once but the monster has left her broken and bent and dead.
"Moth, you have to get off the thunderpath!" Flycatcher urged.
"N-No!" Moth shook her head. "Not without Rose!" A frantic expression took hold, and she looked between FLycatcher and the ThunderClan cats behind him. "You have herbs, don't you? You can help her?"
TLDR: Whilst leading a patrol, Fly and the other patrol cats are nearby when his niece is struck by a monster on the thunderpath
Rose is already dead and Moth is in denial and refusing to listen to reason. Feel free to move Rose and/or Moth though do note there have been a lot of monsters on the thunderpath today and another might be on its way in my next response