TW: Death Closed Backwritten The Colony TO MY STAR ABOVE

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OREO

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When Sables followers come rushing in, Oreo is quick up to herd her kits away from the hustle and bustle, towards a well-concealed area with ferns. She kisses them goodbye with a gentle lick over their foreheads, promises them she'll be back- she's just going to find Sprout, their other parent, the love of her life, the one she cannot imagine living without. She bids them each a farewell, and spares them each a final, loving look. Something in her stomach feels dead, icy cold, like she knows something will happen… Oreo chalks it up to nothing less than superstition, not premonition.

Her paws carry her swiftly around battling cats, eyes wide with terror as she hurries. "Sprout? Sprout!" she calls for her mate, but all she can hear are caterwauls and battle cries, the sound of allies and now enemies being struck down. Her heart races too fast as she picks up her pace; her love calls out for her and eyes sparkle for just a second. "Sprout! My love! I'm over here, we need to get back to the babies!" she calls back, rounding around battling cats just in time to see the worst possible thing she has ever thought of come true. Someone pins her below, and she shoulders past a cat quite harshly. All she can hear is the pounding of her heart, the roaring of blood in her ears as pupils pinprick. "Let go of her!" alas, her voice comes too late.

Her whole word falls apart as fangs clamp around Sprouts throat and tear, shake and tear, and blood- oh Stars theres so much of it. Some selfish thing within her hopes that shes able to cause this cat just the same amount of pain and anguish they have caused her.

In the process of rushing to get over, a cat intercepts her path- whether its by accident, or on purpose, Oreo doesn't know as she aims a hard shove. "Move! Move, move, move!" her voice rises to a screech.

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♢Worried 'Bout The Future

Ain't Fuckin' With The Past♢

Hollow had had it's misgivings about Sable's plan to ambush the rest of the colony as they all slept; it was an underhanded and cowardly-albeit undeniably effective- method to settle the matter at hand. Whoever had run their mouth to Hawthorne had the cat's silent respect and thanks. Now...now all that was needed was a display of strength to send Hawthorne and his supporters running. If that meant blood on Hollow's paws then so be it.

Head low and eyes narrowed, they stalked forward scanning for an opponent. Hollow weaved around cats already in battle before spying Charcoal with the limp form of Sprout in his jaws. One good eye seeing the approaching figure of her mate who was no doubt witness to what had surely been a one-sided fight. If one could call it that.

Oreo stood no chance against Charcoal. It was not even in the realm of possibility. They darted forward then, barring the black and white molly's path from what would be a messy and certain death.

"Your mate is dead, go back to your kits." It said, void of emotion until it shoved the other back in response to being touched with a slight growl. Claws were unsheathed and brandished in a threat. "...Or would you rather abandon them and join her?"

While not an entirely toothless threat, the goal was to send the other running away to safety.

Ain't Got No Time To Waste On Bullshit

  • Hollow
    — Thief of Shadowclan
    — It/They
    "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    — A LH Black/Fawn Chimera W/ High White (LaPerm)
    #a7767c

 
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