@ambitiousauthor yeah so began writing discussing the situation before realizing it was the actual separation that was to be written.... part 2 is open for anyone to write, that can be the actual...heist? =========================== “What’s this about?” Jackdawfoot asked, struggling to hold back a yawn. Fungichomp had sent word for them, Myrtlewing, Alderstar, Bristleblaze, Aloemist, Gorsebriar, and Peanutfur to gather together as soon as they could.
“I’m worried,” Fungichomp told them, facing the half-circle they formed around him. His fur itched with impatience. “Cherrystar is going to have kits.” The she-cat had spoken to him the other day, briefly letting him know that he should expect another addition to his daycare.
“Good for her?” Bristleblaze narrowed his eyes at Fungichomp as though he were stupid.
“Cherrystar is a kit-killer. Those victims included her own.”
“Her own?” Gorsebriar echoed in disbelief.
“How horrible!” Aloemist exclaimed, fur bristling to match with the prickles in her skin.
“Why?” Jackdawfoot asked roughly. Fungichomp expected him, more than anyone, to be the one to ask that question.
“Some sort of sacrifice, I think,” Fungichomp responded. Between living his own life and watching the kits, he hadn’t had much time to watch over what the living cats had been doing, but he saw enough to know that Cherrystar couldn’t be left alone with a kit.
“If it’s a thing she did for Starclan, she probably won’t do it again, not here,” Aloemist put in thoughtfully.
“I wouldn’t take the risk,” Gorsebriar told her. “What if she thinks killing a Dark Kit will get her into Starclan?”
“Right,” Peanutfur agreed. “Or she could take the anger of her failures out on it.”
Fungichomp cleared his throat. “Okay, so, we’re in agreement that that situation isn’t safe. How are we going to get Applekit out?”
“I don’t see why we have to,” Myrtlewing put in, nonchalantly picking at his claws.
“She’s a kit-killer,” Fungichomp repeated more emphatically.
Myrtlewing nodded, but if he hadn’t heard what was discussed before, he didn’t seem any more alert now. “And the problem is…?”
“That she could kill the kits,” Bristleblaze said with a deep exhale.
“Right,” Myrtlewing nodded again. “And the problem is…?”
“Myrtlewing, you twink!” Fungichomp just barely snapped. “Alderstar, silence your shimmer, please.”
Alderstar’s eyes narrowed defensively, and Fungichomp began to wonder if he should prepare for attack. Then Alderstar laughed instead and knocked his shoulder against Myrtlewing, who seemed more bothered by Alderstar’s silent teasing than Fungichomp’s comment–another relief.
“What’s the pattern?” Myrtlewing asked.
“What?”
“Killers have patterns,” Myrtlewing said as though it were obvious. Here, it probably should be. “What age does she target? If she never killed anyone below two moons old, just take her when she drops the things off at your area. She should be safe until then. Or,” he added, “find out how to make it so that her kits don’t fit her profile.”
Fungichomp listened with pricked ears, and remembered why Myrtlewing was brought to these meetings in spite of his…less than favourable thoughts on kit death, or death in general. “I’ll have to look into that,” Fungichomp thought aloud. “But it would have to be quickly, before they’re born.”
“Great.” Myrtlewing stood and stretched, his legs shaking. “Fun to be part of team kitnappers.”
“We’re not kitnapping anyone!” Bristleblaze hissed.
“Right,” Alderstar scratched his ear. “Just taking a kit away from their parent.”
“For their safety,” Fungichomp growled. “And nothing needs to be done yet. We just need to keep an eye on her.”
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--btw Ferndoe is with the kits, which is why Jackdawfoot is here instead of her.
