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One By One [🦋]

In the shadows of a moonlit forest, where the trees whispered ancient secrets and the wind carried the scent of sorrow, Nightlurker prowled.

Her sleek, dark fur rippled like liquid shadow, blending seamlessly with the obsidian night. She was a warrior of LagoonClan, known for her stealth and cunning nature.

Yet, within the depths of her heart, a storm brewed; betrayal had pierced her soul as deeply as any claw.

It was in the wake of the tragic loss of one of her twin kittens, a fragile being that had succumbed to a relentless sickness, that Nightlurker had turned her gaze towards her mate, Thornwhisker.

He had been her pride, her rock, and the father of their children. But grief had shifted the delicate balance of their bond. Instead of offering comfort, Thornwhisker had cast blame upon her, taunting her for their loss with a cruel smirk.

"Perhaps you were never meant to be a mother, Nightlurker. Just like you were never meant to be my mate," he had sneered, his eyes glinting with malice.

He spoke those words on the day she had learned about his infidelity, an affair with a she-cat from PeakClan who went by Silvermist. Nightlurker had confronted him, trembling with sorrow and rage, but all she had received in response was mockery—laughter that cut deeper than any wound.

When he'd walked away, abandoning her and their surviving kitten, a fierce anger ignited within her heart. It was a fire that would not be quenched; it consumed her thoughts, twisting them into dark ambitions.

If there was one thing Nightlurker had learned from years in the depths of the forest, it was that she could be as vicious as the night was dark.

As days melted into weeks, she silently observed Thornwhisker and his new life in PeakClan. Every laugh he shared with Silvermist, every moment he played with the kittens she bore, was a dagger plunged deeper into her heart.

Nightlurker had spent her nights collecting shadows, weaving plans as intricate as spider silk. She could endure the pain no longer. It was time to reclaim her dignity, her rage, and her vengeance.

Under the cloak of darkness, Nightlurker slipped into PeakClan territory. The moon hung high in the sky, casting silver light on the world below.

With each pawstep, she felt the earth tremble beneath her, as if the spirits of the fallen urged her onward. She stalked through the territory, eyes keen and senses alert, feeling the thrill of the hunt ignite her blood.

Her first target was Thornwhisker's mistress, Silvermist. The she-cat was hosting a gathering for their clan, unaware of the storm that was about to descend upon her. Nightlurker watched from a distance, her breath steady, her heart a tempest of boiled aggressiveness.

As the night wore on, the festivities engulfed the clan in laughter and warmth. Silvermist sat at the center, her gaze full of pride as Thornwhisker lavished her with attention.

It was a distraction that made Nightlurker's lips curl into a predatory smile. She moved like a wisp of smoke, silent and deadly, following Silvermist as she excused herself to go and tend to their kittens with a loving nudge to Thornwhisker's cheek.

As the stars twinkled above like distant eyes bearing witness, she quietly slipped into the den where Silvermist and Thornwhisker had made a home, a sanctuary built on betrayal.

It was there where Nightlurker found Silvermist curled up, two tiny kittens nestled against her belly as she whispered sweet lullabies to them. In that moment, she felt a pang of something nearly forgotten—a sense of protectiveness.

But the fire of vengeance drowned it swiftly. This wasn't about the innocent; it was about her shattered trust, the life that had been stolen from her and dangled in front of her mockingly like a toy.