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This wasn't real. It couldn't be. She couldn't be dead...
That horrible moment played over and over again in her mind, but it wasn't her kit's screams that played over and over, but the far more frightening silence that had followed. All she could do was watch, as the stranger killed her daughter. She laid their on the cold stone shivering, even as the chaos around her unfolded.
It's just a nightmare. Wake up, wake up.
She commanded of herself, even as her mate disappeared from her side. It was only when the she-cat disappeared with her daughter's paws that she slowly rose to her feet like she was in a trance. Her own throat raw from her screams. She walked towards the river, only one thing her mind. She had failed... Only a few days old, and she had already failed them.
Tenebrousrequiem had never gotten to the point where the anger burnt and burnt until it left a hollowed out husk.
He'd tried to fight his way to his daughter's body. That somehow just getting it away from that she cat would change the fact that Mintkit was dead. He'd tried to claw Goldengrace apart in desperation for some pound of flesh.
But when Festeringfruit intervened the reality caved down on him.
Mintkit was dead and there was nothing he could do. No way to get her back, and he didn't know where Trufflekit, Cinnamonkit or Chamomilekit even were.
It left such a deep pit in his chest that when he moved to return to Ferventprayer he blinked when she made her way over to the river. Worried he trailed after her.
A part of him wanted to bury his head into the earth. if he buried himself deep enough maybe it'd all go away. He'd done that once when the anger ran out as an apprentice, and he was so overwhelmed he just needed it all to go away. To just bury his head in the sand and think no more.
But Ferventprayer, these fiends stole their babies. And Tenebrousrequiem felt his heart seize again, not just stole them but killed one of them.
'I'll slaughter them all, I've seen the power of the sun god some unholy power must be out there. I will make them choke on their flesh. No I'll take them to the volcano and throw them in laugh as they try to swim to safety!'
But even as the angry thoughts raged through his brain, they rang hollow. Thick with desperation and anguish.
He had been born from evil, he knew that, he knew what Frozenfire had wanted him to be. In his quieter moments alone without FErventprayer or Carnagepanic or anyone he loved to tell him otherwise, he'd feared that he'd unwittingly lead those kits astray. That their bloodline cursed by Frozenfire's vengeful ambition, would force them back down a dark one.
Instead it seemed fate was crueler. At least then he'd still have kits to love.
Not see the cycle repeated with Ferventprayer's kits being stolen like she was before.
"Ferventprayer?" He meowed shakily. "Love?" At least those monsters hadn't taken her from him. He couldn't lose her now. Not when he felt like he wanted to just lay down and join Mintkit on the ground.
It would've been better if they'd just beaten him. AT least then he'd have blood to lose. Not suffer this agony that seemed to strike right at his core.
