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Hardy and serene.
Betrayal and Macabre.
PROLOGUE.
Curlsnarl could only hold a gaping stare as the gruesomely held picture was seen opposed in front of her like a crudely scripted prank written by the gods themselves. It felt as if Starclan enjoyed torturing her every being, the hollow sounds of yowls whispering in the airy wind, endlessly singing, emphasizing the grim game they would continue to play as long as Curlsnarl’s high-tide ceremony goes on like regular. ‘It’ll be like nothing ever happened’, were the last words of reassurance Honeyspeck whispered to her, before returning to his duties.
“I’m so sorry my love…”
hushed Curlsnarl, a small shudder rippling through her shaken words.
Sparkstar, once her forever love, now completely limp by a rope’s tightened grip around her rotting scruff, the beginning of the rope professionally tied at an elongated branch. The hung cat swung softly with the haunting wind, dried blood clotting at the once lush coat, and fat blooming at the edges of almost every corner. Starclan enjoyed this scene of newly loveless carnage…
… As Streamclan was just entering the first layer of hell.