Ryecatcher
Skyclan Warrior
The sun was rising, a gentle fall breeze had flowed through the Skyclan camp. The large brown tom was stretching before looking over at Primrosethorn in her own nest, a gentle expression on his face when looking at the calico molly. Ryecatcher’s relationship with Primrosethorn was… Complicated. These days, he wasn’t sure if the beautiful molly wanted to be involved with him or she was merely playing games with him. Looking away, the young Skyclan warrior had departed from the warriors den and into the middle of the clearing. Within moments, the tom had felt as if something was off. Looking around, it was too quiet, the air suddenly became extremely tense and a sudden feel of dread had escaped him. Looking around, Ryecatcher didn’t see any of the guards at the front entrance nor anyone else within the clearing.
Something was wrong.
Firestar had taught him to observe the area first before jumping into action, that’s what Ryecatcher did. The large brown tom moved carefully around the camp, checking the other dens before his blue eyes finally looked over at the camp entrance. Noticing a figure laying in front of the entrance, Ryecatcher noticed the feline wasn’t moving. Making his way towards the direction of the body, his eyes widened slightly at the sight of a familiar clanmate. Feeling his chest rising and falling heavily, his breathing quickened. Looking at the dismantled body, the torso is intact but the ears, paws and tail were replaced with other felines’ body parts instead. The killer had decided to rip off the silver tabby’s body parts while replacing them with parts that belonged to a ginger feline and black feline. Ryecatcher had wanted to throw up, but he kept his gaze on the body as he couldn’t believe the sight.
It was Granitemask.
Turning around and quickly making his way towards the leader’s den, he noticed a couple of warriors were starting to exit the den to start the day. Knowing that Granitemask’s body was in plain view of everyone, he had to tell Firestar quickly. Making his way towards the sky tree, he quickly entered the den to see the ginger Maine Coon was sitting up in the nest with his mate Auroraskies, both were grooming each other. Their 1 moon old kits were squirming around within their nest, releasing squeaks and babbling as the kits were exploring around with their parents’ watchful eye. Ryecatcher had felt guilty to disturb the family’s peaceful moment to themselves, but there were things happening within camp. “Firestar, you need to see this” Ryecatcher said, choosing his words carefully as there were kits around along with his former mentor. Turning away and quickly making his way out of the den, he heard Firestar telling his mate something before both males stepped out of the den.
A couple of felines were around circling the body, a couple of them were shocked with the discovery. Ryecatcher’s expression was emotionless as he led Firestar to the body, knowing this was a hard sight for everyone . It was never easy to see a deceased clanmate.. But one whose limbs were ripped off and replaced with other felines’. It was a sick sight, one that would never be erased from Ryecatcher’s mind. It wasn’t until he heard a cry from behind them, Granitemask’s partner Rootrose was running towards the body and collapsed in front of it, sobbing as she lost the one that she loved.. Granitemask’s adopted brother Cloverwish was quietly following behind and went towards the body and laid at the other side.
Could Granitemask even have a proper burial? Pieces of his body was missing.
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The morning had been rather cool, her nest suspiciously cooler than she had been used to. But honestly, Granitemask could’ve gotten up in the middle of the night to make dirt. Breathing out softly from her nose, the young Molly slowly lifted her chin, pale lemon yellow eyes looked down at the moss before she purred and rubbed her cheek against Granitemask’s scent. It was such a dream that they were finally mated, smiling softly before she finally decided to push herself up from the warm nest. Shaking out her pale dusty brown spotted pelt, her mind continuing to trail towards Granitemask. Had he been on an early morning patrol? She couldn’t remember him mentioning anything. Humming softly to herself, rough tongue scraping over her chest fur to flatten it out.
Stepping out of the den, she breathed in the fresh morning air, the cold burning her lungs but it was a good burn. Tail lashing behind her as the Molly half way glanced towards the entrance of camp, not noticing the body laying in the leaf debris and snow. But what she did notice was Ryewatcher and Firestar hurrying to the entrance of camp, arching a brow as her curiosity was naturally nagging at her. What was going on over there? Looking over Wildbear’s flank, immediately she wished she hadn’t. It was like the earth had been pulled out from underneath her, floating in despair. Pupils narrowed into slits, watering immediately as she started to hyperventilate. “Granitemask.” She whispered painfully, stepping around Wildbear as the realization was hitting her. Her mate was dead.
Lips parted as a pained scream finally escaped her, ears pinning back as she started to sob, rushing towards her mate to gaze down at a mangled Granitemask. His original ears and tail had been ripped from his body, replaced with that from a ginger and black cat, horrifically stitched back in place with his eyes open and blank, dried blood stuck to his nostrils. “No no no. My love.” She cried, licking at his face and digging her faced into his shoulder. Who could’ve done this?