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Scriptorial || Round Eta «Entry»

❝ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ; ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴇʀᴇʟʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ. ❞

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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ | ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

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The thick, cotton-like fog twirled around the slender barks of aspen trees, its foreboding aura apparent. The leaves were dark and bloody red, as if a monster had squeezed the life out of them.

Emerging from a thicket, the cream-coloured tom had a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His blue eyes, although dim, held a deeper aura of iciness that even those with eyes of a deeper shade of blue could not match.

More cats emerged from the thickets, their heads bowed, yet their different eyes held similar malice.

A tortoiseshell she-cat spoke first, raising her chin high. "They have taken our lives away from us; and it is time for us to take it back!"

The clowder of cats yowled silently, for if they did it too loud, they would be noticed by their sworn enemies.

"We were rejected. We were hated. We were despised to the very core. But no more! We will finally get our revenge!" the cream-coloured tom hissed, his voice steady and confident. "For I am Blitz, the one who will bring ApricityClan down to their paws!"

Another cat dragged a mangled body into the centre of their circle. It was a she-cat; however, it was impossible to tell the original colour of her pelt. Her fur was matted with so much blood, the colour was literally drained from her body. Blitz, the cream-coloured tom, stomped a paw down, yowling once more. "It is time for us all to get what we deserved."

The cats scattered, their meeting over, and when Blitz was alone with the mangled body of the she-cat, the sadness in his eyes were even stronger than his coldness. "If only you had listened..."

The cream-coloured tom spun around, leaving her body behind, only looking back once with vague sorrow. "Then I wouldn't have to had killed you, Quiverfeather."

Perched on a branch, a dark figure stared down at the dead cat, green eyes gleaming with evident horror. "Q-Quiverfeather?"

She leapt down from the aspen tree, her expressions of pure horror making it obvious she had heard the cats' conversation. Her bengal coat shone when moonlight's rays kissed her pelt, almost as if they were trying to sooth her nerves. The she-cat was revealed to be Jaguarstrike, a warrior of ApricityClan.

And the foster daughter of Quiverfeather, the dead cat.

The thirst for vengeance glistening in her iridescent green eyes rivalled the iciness of Blitz's stare as he watched from afar.

And his lips curled into a wicked smile.

Even though his eyes were brimming with tears.

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|| ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ ||

This one was actually finished earlier, but due to complications, I published it only now. Apologies for not publish it a bit sooner, though! I was asleep.

This one-shot is for WattyWarriors' Scriptorial, Round Eta. {helloilovecats}

This is basically a prologue depicting the future conflicts between Jaguarstrike and Blitz. Sleethawk was behind her, but not close enough to know what is happening. He would've arrived by the end of the prologue.

A trivia will be ended later for anyone is interested. Thanks for reading!

~ Sky ❄

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|| ᴛʀɪᴠɪᴀ ||

➵ Originally, I was going to write a brief history of Jaguarstrike's parents. However, I realised that didn't fit the theme, and changed it into something else.

➵ Quiverfeather was originally going to be saved, but I decided otherwise and killed her off.

➵ Blitz's past is a mystery, and he is the one who killed Quiverfeather.

➵ Blitz leads the group of rogues. They gathered near ApricityClan's territory to ensure that they are able to infiltrate the Clan.

➵ All rogues from Blitz's group want revenge.

➵ Although Sleethawk did not appear in this chapter, he was near enough to Jaguarstrike, but too far to see what was going on. He would've appeared next to Jaguarstrike by the end of the prologue.

➵ Since Quiverfeather was like a second mother to both Jaguarstrike and Sleethawk, both of them will eventually want revenge, even though Jaguarstrike was the first to give in to temptation.

➵ Blitz genuinely feels sorrowful for his actions, yet how yearning of revenge has run so deep, he just couldn't pull himself out.