[ p ] Larkswoop´s Death [ p ]

[anika]

Larkswoop
Outsider
Killer Aptitude Tier 3
Flock Together Tier 3
Lyrebird´s Lullaby

TW: Anxiety, Death, Blood / Gore

What...What was the point anymore? Without her kits, Larkswoop was nothing. She hadn´t meant to hurt Hawkkit.

Crossing the border and heading into the outskirts, Larkswoop came face-to-face with a fox. Instead of killing the fox like she should have, the former ThunderClanner let it kill her instead.

The fox grasped her between its jaws and shook Larkswoop vigorously until the world went black. It dropped her, and Larkswoop´s flank stilled.

[ @Spooky Rain Frog - If you wish for Silvs to find her. ]

[Spooky Rain Frog]

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SILVS
THE BEE KILLER
"Don't Turn Your Back On Me!"
LYEBIRDS LULLABYE [ACTIVE] ~ KILLER APITUDE T3 [ACTIVE]
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The Silvrr Tom Scuttled Across The Outskirts, Looking For... Well, What Could He Look For? Purpose? He Didn't Have That. The Scent Of Fox And Blood Closeby Caused A Violent Shivrr Of Fear To Rattle Through His Body. Its Snarls Filled His Ears, And He Saw Blood On Its Muzzle. It Smelled Familliar, The Blood. It Was Larkswoop's Blood. Hi... His Moma's Blood? No. Not Today. He Stood Strong, Steadykng Himself, Ready For Impact. Well, Turns Out He Wasn't Ready, Because He Was Flung Across The Dew-Coated Grass Within The Span Of A Blink. He Recovered Quickly, Scuttling Away As It Landed In The Grass. The Fox's Fangs Ripped Away From The Grass. He Was Filled With A Fire Within An Instant.

[ KILLER APITUDE T3 ACTIVATED!]

A Blaze Of Rage, Strenth, And Purpose. His Purpose Was To Kill The Fox, And Then Find The Cat Whod Been There From The Start. He Bounded Away, And Turned To It. It Jumped, And So Did Silvs. His Claws Ripped The Ground As He Flew Up And Towards The Fox, And Rammed Into It. They Fell To The Wet Ground, Tooth And Claw To The Death, And He Planned To Win. Battle Was Just Like Hunting, Yes? Mudhound Said That Once You Could Hunt, You Could Fight. So, He Figured, It Was Just Like Killing A Rabit... Just With A Savage Killing Canine. He HATED Canines. This One? Even More. His Fangs Latched Into The Horrid Canine's Neck, Locking On As It Thrashed, Tossed, Spazzed, And Leaped Around.. Then, Snarls, Yips, And Howls Dissappered And It Went Limp In His Jaws. He Panted, Pulling His Fangs And Claws From Its Bloodied Body And Tattered Fur. Then, The Scent Of A Bloodied Larkswoop Drifted Towards Him.

[ KILLER APPITUDE T3 DEACTIVATED ]

He Began Bounding - As That Was His Way Of Running Now - Towards The Deathly Scent, Tears Forming In His Eye. Then, Her Bloody Form Appered A Few Leaps Off. LARKSWOOP! His Voice Felt Odd In His Throat, Choked By Tears. He Raced Over, And Burried His Face In Her Brown, Mottled Tabby Fur, Crying And Screaming.

@anika - Larky