{$title} Violence; PvP; Mentioned Character [Kit] Death
BLACKTREE Damn your love, damn your lies
Pine was dead.
Pine was dead, and her body had betrayed her. Black's fur was matted and thinned, her ribs showing through even her long pelt. Her milk had dried up. Despite Patch and Gray doing their best to help the family, and her mates' attentiveness, there simply wasn't enough prey to go around. Pine had suffered and withered away, and this morning, he hadn't woken.
Black had buried him, not wanting his body to become prey for a scavenger. When they returned, she would tell Dune and Martinez where his body rested. The body of their only child, gone thanks to this sorry excuse for a colony. Following a cat with all but his tail-tip in the grave! Sable had spoken true - Hawthorne didn't care about those who starved. He would never make for a decent leader. They needed someone with an eye to the future- like Sable. There were whispers among the colony cats that perhaps the black and white tom was more than just talk.
When Dune and Martinez returned, she would tell them of her decision.
The familiar scent of her mates reached her nose, and she looked over to see the two toms padding back to their shared nest.
"Pine died," she mewed, her voice hoarse from her earlier crying. "I'll... I buried him. I'll take you there, but I... we need to talk first."
BLACKTREE is a long-furred she-cat with vitiligo and brown eyes. A former Colony cat, she joined with Sable and the other future ShadowClan cats in the split. She still bears a scar from that night. ShadowClan Caregiver 60 moons Cis female (she/her) Sister to Grayflight, Patchfog, and Hollis. Mate of Dunehusk. Mother to Pine. Former mate of Blisteringfury. Peaceful powerplay OK!
Martinez had done everything to try finding any morsel within the frostbitten woods, he knows that times have become difficult but he knows that they would come out of this victorious, they just needed to have faith that Hawthrone would eventually lead them out of this era of starving. The patchwork tom manages to find a rather skinny and pathetic looking rodent that hangs limply from his jaws, he walks shoulder to shoulder with his mate, and he already makes a beeline in the direction of where their other mate awaits them. He's prepared to deliver his rather sad catch to Black until the words seem to spill from her jaws, her voice hoarse from tears that had been spilt hours ago, and he can't help but feel the way that his own throat seems to become dry.
"Pine died."
He doesn't realize how his fangs seem to sink further into his catch and how it draws whatever blood it has left, the tom allows it to fall from his jaws so that it hits the ground, and he finds himself to be rather speechless only to feel the uncomfortable churning of his stomach. His bicolored mate states that they need to talk and he blinks the shock, sorrow from his eyes, and he parts his jaws to speak "Yes... yes, what is it?" These are the only words that manage to tumble out from his maw and he moves forward to press his cheek against Black's cheek, he tries to blink the sorrow from his gaze but he knows that this won't be a sadness that leaves easily and it'll bury itself into his skin.
Martinez tries to ignore the bile that wishes to rise from his throat deciding to focus on the words that may quiver from the mouth of his beloved and he settles down onto his haunches, the patchwork tom allowing his body to press against hers before looking towards Dune with a sadness in his eyes. His bottlebrush tail motions for the tabby to draw near and to join him in comforting their mate...
ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS?
BLISTERINGFURY
THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/THEY/IT
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"speech", thoughts, attacking a longhaired tortoiseshell with several scars littering his body from the battle that broke out between the split colonies, a cruel reminder to the betrayal that he felt that day, and has a pair of emerald toned eyes. he has patches of ivory on his body along with more smoky gray spots near his cheeks, limbs, and tail. parent of flickerdance, searingpaw, torridpaw, gutsypaw, and tenebrouspaw ; ex-mate of dunehusk and blacktree ; currently not interested in seeking out serious relationships or courting anyone
venom and sharpened words are normally thrown out from his jaws whenever he ends up on a patrol near shadowclan. this doesn't lessen in the slightest when he catches sight of his old flames either, if anything, he only feels angry and brandishes that anger as a weapon. the moggy isn't friendly to anyone outside of thunderclan and he's especially unkind to shadowclan.
Dune grows wearier by the day. The bitter cold has not been fruitful, refusing to produce any resource that isn't withered or frostbitten. Unlike Martinez, he is unable to bring home any quarry for his family, and he burns hot with shame at the thought of his inadequacy. He wonders if there might be some other generous cat in the colony that is willing to give up some prey if not for him and Martinez, then for Black and Pine. But it seems like many of the colony cats have turned inward; they care only for themselves and their families. Can he blame them? Every day seems to grow more desperate as Fray grows weaker and his coward of a son refuses to do anything to rectify the suffering that has been caused by his ailing.
The cinnamon-furred tomcat is snatched from his thoughts when Black suddenly announces the tragedy with a voice that creaks and snaps with grief. Dune feels his mouth go dry. He lurches forward and presses his face into her shoulder. "Oh, Black..." he murmurs "We will make his right." Anger suddenly sparks beneath his pelt. If someone would step up and lead this colony with a vision and purpose then they wouldn't all be starving. Their suffering would have ended ages ago. Pine would still be alive. Instead they all sat around and waited for Fray to die so Hawthorne could lead them all with equally as soft paws.
Black looked to both her mates - she appreciated their words and touches of comfort, but at this point, her grief had morphed to a simmering fury. Fury not at her loving mates, but at the situation they found themselves in.
"Pine won't be the only kit to starve if things don't change," she grumbled. "Everyone is doing what they can to feed the hungry, but prey is still being wasted on those without a chance of survival. Those who have already had a life to live." It would be no secret to whom she referred.
"I've heard talk of others in the Colony looking to do something about the situation. I propose we ally ourselves with Sable and the others. We can't keep waiting around for Fray to die or for Hawthorne to realize what he needs to do. We need someone who can ensure that no other cat will have to suffer like this."
BLACKTREE is a long-furred she-cat with vitiligo and brown eyes. A former Colony cat, she joined with Sable and the other future ShadowClan cats in the split. She still bears a scar from that night. ShadowClan Caregiver 61 moons Cis female (she/her) Sister to Grayflight, Patchfog, and Hollis. Mate of Dunehusk. Mother to Pine. Former mate of Blisteringfury. Peaceful powerplay OK!
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