TW: this includes death and blood lol :3333 =========================================== Flailghost stared at the blood on his paws coolly. He turned, tail swishing behind him as he padded from the body of his latest victim. He stilled, his breath catching in his throat as he heard a rustle behind him. Ghost turned sharply, his ears pinned back. He quickly scrambled up the nearest tree, getting to a point where he hoped he wouldn't be seen. He sighed in relief as he saw it was only a squirrel. As he started to get in position to jump from the tree, a cat burst out of the underbrush, bounding after the squirrel as it darted away. The cat slowed suddenly, pelt spiking as they stared at.. the... dark body lying on the ground.... Flailghost felt his fur rise slightly. He would not be caught today, he was sure of it. He watched the ct below as they stilled in shock before running away, tail bushed. Most likely to tell Heatherstar. Flailghost snarled slightly. He better get back to camp so no one suspected. =================== Flailghost sat calmly grooming in the middle of camp, ignoring the uproar bout the dead cat. Hadn't these cats gotten used to this by now? In fact, this was a warrior. He was suprised the murders of the younger cats hadn't caused this much scatterbrained-ness. He yawned as if completely disinterested by this all. =============================== Ugghhhh it was /such/ a boring day. Nobody was doing anything at all. Flailghost stalked out of camp, tail whipping in annoyance. And came face-to-face with a badger. Great. At least it wasn’t Stuart the Second. He started to sprint to the nearest tree, scrabbling up with a disgusted expression…. Although….. he paused, thinking. Well. Why not? He smirked and waited for the badger to go away, dropping to the ground and padding off, his tail smacking the forest floor. ============================ Perfect, a squirrel. He pounced on it, smiling as he ran through the plan again. He left the remains of the squirrel (having ate some to get the blood out… and why not?) on the forest floor, padding of confidently. He took the poor, poor, poor little kit out of of camp.
Flail belongs to @Aurora_B0Realist Roleplay belongs to @generations- Writing by @PancakeTheSandWing This is a story from my what-if gen thing I guess? You can find it here: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1001597017
