[Mica]

Birdkit
ShadowClan
she/her | 5 moons
[Blue-grey tabby with dark blue overcoat, white underside, and amber eyes]
Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby [PERMANENTLY ACTIVE]
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[Howlingkit - @Fading ] [Lostspark - @Rose ] [Mirekit - @talle ]
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Suspicious. Howlingkit and Mirekit had gone into the medicine den, despite both of them knowing it was where Muma worked. Why would they be going there? They HATED Muma. Or, at least Howlingkit did. Birdkit wasn't sure about Mirekit. Well if they were going in there to cause trouble for Muma after she worked so hard for the clan, Birdkit wasn't going to let that slide. The blue-grey tabby trotted towards the den, heartbeats away from calling her sisters out, but Muma's scent coming through the camp entrance gave her pause.

Birdkit cheered up immediately, ears perking up as Muma approached the den. She seemed super lost in thought, so Birdkit let her be. She knew things had been tense lately, though she had no idea why. She'd catch Howlingkit and Mirekit in whatever the villains were up to, so Birdkit didn't need to do anything. The tabby turned to find the dead leaf she had been munching before she spotted her sisters, but a terrible scream ripped through the camp, causing Birdkit to stumble over her paws in surprise. She whipped her head around, amber eyes wide with terror as she saw her mother slump to the ground.

Birdkit scrambled to her paws and towards her mother, squeezing her small kit body past her mother so she could look at whatever had caused her anguish. She took back everything she thought and said about Howlingkit, she took back ever doubting Mirekit, neither of them were villains, neither of them were bad, PLEASE PLEASE let them be okay--

Birdkit nearly hurled the moment she stepped her paws into the den. A horrible scent, something cloying and sweet and acidic and terrible slammed into her, making her sway where she stood. Mirekit was crying quietly, pressed against Muma's side as both of them stared at Howlingkit curled over a dark lump, streaks of something dark painting the floor. Birdkit opened her mouth to speak, but the scent hit her again and again and all she could do was squeak. What was that thing? As Howlingkit dragged it over, Birdkit recognized the mangled pelt of her big brother, Smokekit.

Had... had someone taken bites out of him? Birdkit well and truly gagged then, the thought of a cat eating another the most abhorrent she could imagine. Why? Why why why why why why why why would someone do that???

Birdkit tried to scramble back out of the den, away from her bother, away from the scent that she was now understanding to be death, but she tripped over her mother's prone body. She wanted Freckle.

Dead dead dead dead dead what was it like? dead eaten eaten eaten eaten eating a cat? eaten EATEN to taste flesh? PLEASE STOP--

Birdkit buried herself in her mother's flank, trying to suck in breaths but choking on them, her weak lungs spasming with the effort. She tried to hold it in, tried to be good and quiet like everyone was always telling her she should be, but her little body shook as she stared with one big eye at the scene before them.