She had seen him go in and never about thought it. She pay it any mind, but Lostspark had left and so had Mossfreckle. So why had he not left...where was he older brother. Howlingkit normally hated her siblings but this one was never up to no good. He was loud and bratty so him being quiet was just as dangerous. The shekit stands up, her eyesight had returned a few sunghighs before paw and she had no idea why or even how. Maybe her mother's trick had worn off. Her lie had failed to be permanent. Tail lashing to the left as she weaves her way through the camp, eyes locked onto the med den. The edges still a tiny bit fuzzy as she entered and her eyes adjusted.
Then she saw him. His dead corpse, blood dripping from wounds on his body. Bite marks. Those were bite marks in his flesh. She freezes the second she notices, eyes now locked onto his wounds. No. No. No. No. Why wasn't he moving, why wasn't her being loud. A shudder runs through her spine, paws forcing her forwards. A whisper towards her brother. "
Smokekit.....?" Howlingkit looks through the den then back to him. His distinctive markings, some she had never noticed before, now motionless.
Grey kitten stepping even closer, close enough that she saw his shoulder flesh. Torn and bleeding whatever blood was left circulating through him. All Howlingkit can do is cover her mouth with her paw as a look of terror fills her face. A shaken exhale escapes her maw as she places her paw back onto the ground. Muzzle reaching towards his face as her tongue rakes through his face fur. A desperate action to wake him from his forever slumber. "
Get up. please get up." Another plea as the grey shekit pulls him closer, body thinking before her brain. She now lays defensively over his body. She had a job to do now.
Find and
rip apart whoever entered this god damn den and ate her brother.
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