A Monsterous End [closed]

Singedfox trailed along the Thunderpath, lost in thought. He never wanted to be such an outsider to the clan, and yet, here he was. His eyes trailed to the hardened stone, a path where monsters traveled. Daring a step, the tom brought himself onto the heated path, venturing a few steps in. Craving his head towards the sky, he found what he sought - a clear sky not seen through trees. Empty, and pure. Dry. Heart trudging in his chest, he closed his eyes to take a deep breath for a mere second, before he released it and turned back to his territory, ready to go back to life. He just wanted that one moment right then, just needed to see the clear sky.

Rumbling beneath his paws froze Singedfox, as a monster came barreling around the corner. Panicked, the tom attempted to leap into safety, but was too late. Darkness was instantly brought upon the black cat as the monster attacked, knocking him out. It raced pass, unaware.

The tom was thrown to the edge of the Thunderpath. As he awoke, he let out a moan. Pain flooded his senses, and he begged his paws to comply. They refused. Blood gurgled in his throat, refusing to release his screams.

Feral Tongue
Forest Tongue

There wasn't too much that brought him to the edges of ThunderClan territory, but his sandy paws seemed to have carried him there today. He'd already caught a few bright blue birds, their feathers trophies for his wife and kids to with as they pleased. And even as the birds dead forms dangled from his jaws by their feathery tails, the birds of the forest still sang out sweetly as though in forgiveness; every creature of this forest had to kill to survive whether it be as small as a budding flower or as big as badger. One just had to be strong in order not to be caught up in the circle called Life.

Nearing the Thunderpath, he thought it best to finally turn around and head back to camp. However, the sudden squeal and black smoke emitting from the monster had his head whipping around just in time to see the beast swerving in a panic and a solid mass of black go flying, thudding at the edges of the black topped path. His ears flicked back as he crouched low to avoid the beaming gaze of the monster who had clearly just made a kill and had no desire to be next.

When it finally disappeared from his line of sight he stood, blue birds still swinging from his clenched teeth. He had no intentions of seeing what the beast had just mauled, but the moans of pain were hard to ignore. Dropping his catch and burying it to protect it from predators, he slowly crept forward to investigate. What he found was rather sickening: a black tom with one now bloodied white ear lay mangled in the grass and mud, legs twisted in different directions and struggling to gasp out a cry. Though he was sure he wouldn't receive and answer, he would ask anyway. "What is your name?"