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065. tiger death srp

HOhoneybeez-•Created May 5, 2025
065. tiger death srp
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[ tw: blood and violence ] silver streams flow down my cheeks, bulging with falling tears. they splatter in a heap on the earth, mingling with the maroon dripping from my coat. i hate being like this. i hate bearing this on my pelt. it just acts as a clear marker of my heritage. everybody knows. the subtle steps taken away from me, the nervous glances and stutters. they all know. yet, i do not change a thing. am i proud? i'm not sure honestly. i cannot rid myself of this smile, or of the crimson that coats my fur. its easy to clean my coat, easy to rest that gleaming grin of mine. though, i do not change a thing. part of me wishes i was just a normal feline. one who wasn't taught to murder their own friends or told that it was never okay to express your genuine emotions. despite how much i want to let go and forget, i can't. i keep crawling back, everytime i've tried, i end up in this situation again. it's been nice without bossman around honestly. i can be me, as much as the beliefs i cannot let go of allow me to. i don't know who the real me would be. i'm just one of those morphosmile kits. a fragment of the infamous murderer's shadow. reflecting his bare skeleton. that's who i am. a frame, just the concept without depth. that was what used to upset me. i couldn't be me. nor was i bossman either, just a clone really, i was just like my siblings, nothing memorable. even if i tried, i got treated the same. i don't really know what true praise was, it never came my way, never from bossman's lips. i'm nothing special anyways. too far down the track to even be more than a husk. couldn't help but wonder who i would have been otherwise. here i am, the stop that i was intending to make. lain down before me is a small rock. sprawled around it are dozens of flowers. i lower my crown, pressing it against its cool surface. paws of mine embrace it gingerly. "i'm sorry giggle." somebody as original as my son didn't deserve this fate. though i'd try to raise him like me, grin'd found his spark. i'm proud. he did what i couldn't. "oh gigs, you didn't deserve this sweetie." i breathe, cradling his headstone in my arms. they took my son from me. my radiant, colourful little kit. he knew how to tease apart heritage with who you were. unlike myself. honestly. i'm convinced the stars have it out for me. i'd always thought that my horror and disgust with myself was the punishment for my crimes. i guess they just waited for me to be happy to strike. the death of your own child hurts more than any other. they thought that out well. "curse you starclan. i hate you." of course, they had to place my sister as the real murderer. i'll never forgive gem. she's dead to me, even deader than she already is. though. i have five more little rays of sunshine to tend to. maybe they can aid my numbing grief. i have to stop dwelling on the past, honestly. though, it is hard when you always have. cycles are hard to break. being a good captain is being a present one. one who cares. i want to be a good captain for my crew. i've lost too many before. a captain never loses his crew. a captain never... a sharp growl cuts into my head. my eyes flutter open, and now i am in the nursery. five little bicoloured bundles of fluff lay before me, tucked beneath the tail of susu. warmth floods to my face as a smile finds its way onto my features. was i imagining this? cream mittens of mine find their way out into the clearing. dim shadows envelope the camp in an eerie darkness. my eyes find nothing worthy of producing such noise. must be my imagination, i'd never been /there/ in the first place anyways. i had always been somewhat distant from reality, lost in my own world of dreams. training had made it noticable. even as a kit i happened to be, always immersed in another universe seperate to my own. i turn back, craning my neck to duck beneath the nursery ceiling. though, another growl slices through the air. my head whips back around. two dark, pupil-less orbs stare me down. ocean opticals of mine trail down the creature's features, though i know immeadiatly what it is. this, is a dog. memories surge back to me, sounds of snapping jaws and my own cries. the sickening feeling of blood that... for once wasn't anothers. no, it was my own. that scarred up tail of mine... fear embraces me. my throat constricts, and i cannot utter a sound. any warrior would have thrown themself at this hound, drawn claws across its ugly face until it left yelping. though, i'm still here, frozen in place. the taunting thoughts that follow are familiar, they are spoken by a younger me. weak, incompetent, shadow, pathetic, the list of words go on. the hound's gaze does not falter. it isn't patient, nor does it wait. i can see the burning rage within. i can see the... oh the scars. right where my own claws had left them. i know you. and i'm sorry. [ cont below ]

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with a jolt, it springs forwards. my eyes flick back to the nursery for a moment. a captain never leaves her crew. i am a good captain. angry pain surges through me, yet i persist. i grapple the dog's shoulders, digging my claws in as far as they can go. with that, i proceed to haul myself upon its back. warm liquid flows into my jaws, splattering down my front. balance is a hard thing to keep up, i'm swung at all angles as yelps errupt from the canine's maw. bossman, bossman! i'm doing it! a little voice pipes up, young and laced with excitement. i'm.. doing it? the sheer force of the shaking is numbing. i can find holding on growing easier and easier. kindling hope flares within me, forcing a smile upon my jaws. genuine. it doesn't last long. for me, good things never last long. the breath is torn from my chest as i land with a painful thud on my back. bared teeth charge towards my belly. i snap my head back as the pain kicks in. a pained yowl strains itself from my lips. my vision proceeds to blur as i watch the dog saunter towards the nursery. i am a good captain. with a grunt, i struggle to my paws, having to swallow the pain to persist. my own determination aids my fading strength, my own love. the earth whirls beneath me as i slam into the side of the hound. it staggers back, leaving a trail of red as it wanders. managing a hiss, i hurl my body at it again, managing to wrap my paws around its neck. my head jutts forwards, bared teeth finding its throat. though... turns out the dog had the same plans. you know, i guess a life for a life is fair. better than many young lives for another. i'm happy for that life to be my own. though pathetic, i still am a good cat. suppose that is all the matters. the canine collapses to the earth in a cloud of dust, its eyes gazing absently up at the stars. though forever absent, today i manage to remain conscious. i'd dreamed of this moment for many moons. the one thing i wasn't able to do. feel accomplished. pride... its such a nice feeling. every doubt i'd had has just been washed away, as if it'd never existed in the first place. i am a good cat, and a even better captain. maybe i wasn't weak or pathetic afterall. ...and, i'm not sad either, nor am i scared. i feel brave, and happy. i'm happy. but genuine. everything grows into a blur as i feel my paws give in beneath me, gently lowering my body onto the ground. a warm smile graces my maw. like bossman, i will die smiling. smiling, happy and accomplished. i've done my job, it seems. i will guide my kits from the stars, i will be a good captain, forever and ever. darkness overcomes me, easing my eyes shut. my pain fades, and pure serenity floods to me. it was all for a reason. [ end of srp ] yes, anyways, tiger has passed, and its exactly the way i could have wanted him to. despite being a decent cat, she will be going to the dark forest. i think it just adds to claws character, and suits her well, despite being a seemingly unfortunate ending. rest well tiggy, it has been a great 76 moons with you. thank you to everybody who roleplayed with claw.

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Project ID1170040148
CreatedMay 5, 2025
Last ModifiedMay 15, 2025
SharedMay 6, 2025
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