ꕥ ₗᵢₑₛ ꕥ|𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

ꕥፈᏂᏗᎮᏖᏋᏒ ᏖᏂᏒᏋᏋꕥ

The Clan was in a panic.

They'd lost one of their warriors and their kind-of only functioning medicine cat, so now they would- well... panic.

Deersky had clawed Dawnleaf into a mangle, then disguised her scent on Dawnleaf's body with a piece of fox dung. It stunk, but it worked. She had practiced being horrified and shocked, so that when she got Dawnleaf's body to the Clan, she would fit right in. 

However, not everything was smooth sailing. 

For one thing, some of the warriors suspected her, despite all the fox scent. They took to tracking her daily, making her claws itch with frustration. Leave me alone! She'd think angrily. Ugh, one day I'll blow right over... 

and you'll be the target.

~~~

Featherfrost now had to do all the medicine cat duties, which meant going out, which meant more dead prey, which meant nope. So she simply died.

Deersky was flabbergasted. In all my life I have never been so disgusted by a single cat... She growled in her head. Great, now we gotta invite a new medicine cat from somewhere else...

Her reaction, however, was not shared among her Clanmates. They were worried, sympathetic, and literally everything else like that. THEY WERE NOT DISGUSTED AT ALL, which really got on Deersky's nerves. Fools , she hissed in her head. She was weak. She couldn't even handle a rabbit- what if we went to war then?

Deersky's nerves got angered even more when she realized those warriors were stalking her even closer. One day she decided to release her anger on one of them.

~~~

It was on a patrol, a hunting patrol. Nightsong had ordered one with her, Birchskip, Nettlebird, Ravenstep and Stemeyes. They went off, chatting happily. 

Nettlebird seems to be suspicious of me. Deersky glanced at Nettlebird, and watched as Nettlebird looked away. Hmm... I guess she'll do.

The patrol swiftly split up, with all of their members going one different direction or another. Deersky went off somewhere, then turned back and started tracking Nettlebird down. Her eyes gleamed. It had been so long since she could kill... she felt excited. 

One...

Two...

Three.

With a swift pounce, she leapt onto Nettlebird and covered her mouth with a paw, blocking all sounds from coming out of her. 

"Speak and you die." She hissed. Nettlebird nodded, frightened. She dragged Nettlebird over to the Waterfall Brook, a small brook with a waterfall at the end of it. It was technically StreamClan territory, but that was what made it better. Deersky dumped Nettlebird into the Brook, watching cruelly as she held her there, forcing her to stay there with no air. Nettlebird's thrashes grew weaker and weaker, then stopped. Completely stopped. Deersky smiled.

"She was a nuisance. A weakling, just like Featherfrost." Deersky muttered. "Well- better get back to camp..." 

Deersky caught a couple of prey, then returned.

She didn't notice someone had seen her. And her killing act. 

A small pair of amber eyes, that muttered-

"I know your secret now..."

(GUESS WHO IT IS XD)