DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE | FERALFRONT ONE-SHOTS

A Mistake to be Remembered | Fahrenheit's Possession Plot Arc | Part I

  It wasn't uncommon for the seal point to wander out in the forest at night. Going out for little strolls like this, with no one around to bother her, was a nice way to unwind after a day's worth of yelling at people. Not that she was doing much of that as of late. There seemed to be a dire lack of idiots around. Natural selection seemed to be doing its job well.

However, it seemed that Fahrenheit was next on the list. A few minutes into her outing, a gunshot sounded and the she-cat's limp form lay limply out in a clearing. The bullet had been shot through her neck; blood quickly began to pulse out, staining her green and white scarf and the ground below a dark crimson.

Rustling came from the undergrowth nearby, and, in a moment, the tall, dark form of a human emerged. Slowly, it neared the ThunderClanner's corpse and took it by a rear leg to bring up to its bare, pale face. After a moment of observation, allowing the bloodied scarf to slide off and fall to the ground, the creature gave a grunt and carelessly flung the corpse into the shrubs.
It had been after rabbits, not cats.

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  Fahrenheit watched as it left the scene, a feeling of bewilderment filling her. 'Did I just fucking die? Did that fucker just fucking kill me?' Her gaze swept back to where she (or at least her former body) was thrown. 'Fuck that guy.'
For a moment, she was tempted to go after him. Maybe haunt him as a pissed off cat ghost meowing angry cat swears or something. However, it quickly dawned upon her that... well, this was it. She'd misplaced her normal domestic cat body long ago and didn't have any others. Unless she found another one, she'd be doomed to the afterlife.

Levitating over the forest as a spirit, she began to search for another body. There was no way she was just going to go to whatever cruddy excuse for a life after this one there was. Her place was here; it would remain that way until everyone who needed and cared for her, and who she felt similarly for, was gone.

Finding braindead bodies however, wasn't the simplest of tasks. She had no idea how everyone else picked up theirs so easily. After ten minutes of searching, her efforts remained fruitless. Shoot.

By now, people must've been drawn to her the scene of her death by the sound of the gunshot. She cringed at the thought. Deaths were always pretty awful; the last thing she wanted was to put anyone through a false scare of that level, even if not a lot of her clanmates knew her all that well.

The spirit felt a suddenly urgency to tell them she was okay. 'I should hurry.'

Five more minutes. Nothing. By now, Fahrenheit was desperate. It wasn't like her to let things like this get to her, truthfully; in fact, she did quite well in crisis situations. It seemed that this time around, however, she was really letting the scenario building in her head get to her.

Suddenly, the sound of humming caught her attention. Turning, her gaze fell upon the shape of what she assumed to be a she-cat. Being so close to the border, she was probably waiting for a passing patrol to speak to. But that didn't matter in Renny's book. She'd do just fine.

Without a second thought, the spirit rammed into the body, trying to shove whoever was inside out.
'Get out,' she snarled. 'Get the fuck out.'
'W-wait, what? Who are you?'
'Out.'
The struggle, as the soul inhabiting the body was unprepared, only lasted a few seconds. Upon regaining consciousness in her new form, she instantly began to race in the direction of the area her old body had been killed in. It felt so unfamiliar. Her new height, senses, the absence of a scarf around her neck - her head was also really heavy for some reason, which was weird.

Surely she could adjust, though; if not, she'd find a new body later. Her main focus now was simply making it apparent that she wasn't gone.  

AFTER THE ONESHOT

Several members, including Fahrenheit's sister, Timejumper, find Ren's old, now dead body. However, Ren is quick to rush in and assure them that she's fine. Timejumper is especially relieved, and tells Fahrenheit not to do that again - particularly since they both lost their brother, Phantomstallion. Another death would likely further shatter their already broken-up family.