! TRIGGER WARNING FOR BLOOD AND A VERY GRAPHIC FIGHT. READ WITH CAUTION IF YOU ARE SUSCEPTIBLE TO ANY OF THESE THINGS ! ——————————— ༄ Introduction At the ripe age of twenty moons, a young warrior by the name of Fikafrolic will traverse into the desert for his nightly stroll. Still fragile with grief after losing his friend Monarchmorphean, the scars on his heart will become the scars of his body as he is ambushed by a hostile fox, found bleeding and unconscious shortly after by a hunting patrol of WindClan, which might’ve been the ones to chase the fox away. ༄ SRP The dunes were blanketed in a quiet atmosphere of darkness, broken occasionally by the distant chirping of melodic crickets and the gentle breeze whisking through the grains below paw. Little ivory feet made their way down a rather steep incline of sand, pressed onto their heel so he wouldn’t slip. Fikafrolic inhaled deeply, chilly night air flooding his nose as his path evened out and he continued in his journey. The little feline often took lengthy walks at night, to merely gaze at the stars or trail after the graceful owls he’d been studying nearly his entire life. Usually, Strongcaper was by his side, that warm tabby fur pressed up against his as they walked and talked together. But Ronnie had been absent from their nest when he had awoken, so the pale cat had decided to head out by himself, wearing the same circling trails he’d always taken. He would usually catch a rabbit or a mouse along the way to bring back for his clanmates, just so his efforts wouldn’t be entirely overshadowed. He rounded a bend and parted his jaws to taste the air; Around here was where he often stopped to hunt. Fikafrolic had just dropped into a hunters’ crouch, though it wasn’t too far down for him to go, tensing his muscles and widening his eyes in alertness. His willow gaze had landed on a small vole shoving its way from underneath a short cactus, narrowly avoiding a low-jutting needle. Luckily for him, he was downwind of the creature, so it wouldn’t be aware of his presence until it was too late. Creeping forward with his belly nearly scraping the ground, he bunched his haunches underneath him. The munchkin sprang out of the dune towards the vole, claws unsheathed- Something heavy slammed into his spine. He went tumbling, crushed under the formidable weight. Before he could even grasp what was happening, he felt a violent pain at the back of his neck, and he was lifted from the ground like he was a downy feather caught in a wild wind. His attacker- now he caught a whiff of fox- swung him back and forth with a loud snarl, before losing grip and sending Fikafrolic flying across the space. The wind knocked from his lungs and his scruff bleeding from the thin gashes, the tom attempted to leap to his paws, but stumbled. Everything his mentor, Bellflowercharm, had taught him vanished in that moment. His breath was coming quicker than it ever had, and his eyes were wide in panic and fear. Where had the creature come from? How could he ever fight it off alone? Every natural instinct the cat had told him to turn tail and run as fast as he could. The little tom backed into the cactus the vole had appeared from, wincing as his rump was lightly poked by the wicked thorns. His eyes were furtive, glancing every which way, looking for an escape. The fox had been slowly approaching him on nimble feet, its lips pulled back in an aggressive grimace followed by a low snarl. All at once, sand exploded in every direction as both creatures lunged forward at the same time. The fox for Fikafrolic’s throat, and Fikafrolic himself to the side in an attempt to dart around his ginger attacker and run for the hills. The fox was much quicker than him, however, managing to snap his front left forearm up in its jaws and cause him to crash headfirst into the sand. A pained scream erupted from his ivory jaws as the leg was violently tugged at, eventually popping from its socket and crunching horridly between the fox’s jaws. A feral instinct caused Fikafrolic to wildly slash out with his good arm, catching the fox on the nose and sending even more scarlet drops +
flying into the night as his claws continued raking. The fox eventually let go, snarling, its pinkish tongue escaping its mouth to lick the blood dripping down its snout. It would howl in fury and charge Fikafrolic again, who was overwhelmed with pain and disorientation. He ducked and rolled, screaming again as he crushed his shattered leg even further. Though, this move had avoided a gash to his heart artery, rather nicking the chest under his chin as Fikafrolic rose and attempted to dash away as best he could on three legs. A sharp jerk at the tip of his tail and the relentless fox had dragged him back to the battlefield, where it had him almost pinned under those massive umber paws. In all of its crazed fury, it raised its front paws from his chest and began madly digging at his face. Fikafrolic screeched in a note never before reached, the sound seeming to echo endlessly into the blood-streaked sky with no answer, as if even StarClan themselves had abandoned him. He clawed and bit with any and all of his remaining energy, which was fading quickly. The fox had balded half of his face within just moments, the bloodied cat attempting to shield the remaining half of his face with all of his might. A hard tug of its claws was all the red-furred creature needed to pull out Fikafrolic’s left eye that had miraculously remained under the torn flesh of his face, but now it rolled down a small incline and was never to be seen again. Fikafrolic was unaware of how much time had passed. He was also unaware if he was dead or alive. The scarlet devil that had torn him apart was gone, the scent lingering in the night like a taunting reminder of his feeble efforts to fight against it. His remaining eye flickered open for merely a heartbeat, the blurred shapes of almost-familiar figures crowding around him. His entire being burned in agony, and all he could taste and smell was blood. It seemed as if all of his world now was just the agonizing taste and feel of it dripping down his face and neck. As the little tom slid back into unconsciousness, his brain had but a few moments to process the things he was worried about most. If this was the end, how could the world be so cruel as to rip him away from his loved ones without a single goodbye? Not even a reassurance he would see them in StarClan again, one day… His Eilah. His mother, Emberdrift, Tanny… Magnoliaplight, his big brother Willy-nillywaltz, and even the icey Entanglefjord, whom he had met so young. The guilt and sadness welled in his chest and was even more painful than the wounds that now forever scarred his flesh. The thought of never seeing them, slipping away without one last ‘I love you’. The darkness crowded in. It covered him gently like a blanket of velvet, seeping into his being. Darkness was all Fikafrolic knew, now. And whether he would ever wake up to see another dawn again…? He wasn’t sure. It was all just a waiting game from here. A cruel, cruel waiting game. ༄ Notes AAAAND there you have it folks, trauma and scarring for our bearded toddler baby. If you character was invited to be a part of the finding of his body, please refer to the chains/threads below!! It will be entirely up to yall to make an order and decide who’s going to do what, because Fifi’s going to be entirely unconscious the entire time so I won’t be able to do anything pfft…… Good luck ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Invitees: Metanoiasweven ‘Tanny’ (@StormyFeathers) Ghost ‘Mama’ (@IvoryCrow) Strongcaper ‘Ronnie/Eilah’ (@Bubblegumpinkdagger) Eveningmourn ‘Eve’ (@kitterzz) Sicariushug ‘Riu’ (@Rennever-) Whimsybranch (@-rainyskiies-) Komodo-dragonpaw ‘Odie’ (@Fox_Hearted2004) Otterbounce ‘Ottie’ (@Unicorndragonhaths) Magnoliaplight ‘Mags’ (@Seagull_of_SCREM) Serenadelark (@xXSerenadeXx) Cinderwish ‘Ci’ (@1gamer234567) ༄ Credits Blixemi for the music (I couldn’t think of anything else and this song gets me really emotional okay smh) No thumbnail art for you I’m too lazy
