Open to Join Plot Thread Flight of the Fallen

Survival demands caution, but greatness requires daring
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The air was crisp with the bite of lingering frost, the ground beneath Kosmo’s paws treacherously slick with melting snow. He moved with careful precision, his mismatched eyes narrowed against the dimming light. The scent had caught his attention some time ago - foreign, threading through the sharp, windswept scent of WindClan territory. A stranger.

Kosmo had no great love for the Clan, but Aspenberry could be in danger - and her dreams of having a litter of her own. He followed the trail, his senses sharp, the acrid tang of something deeper, fouler, curling into his nose. It was blood.

He quickened his pace.

As he crested a small rise, the scene unfolded before him. A black tortie smoke molly, her pelt slick with red, moved like a shadow against the white and brown landscape. Two WindClan cats lay still at her paws, their bodies twisted... dark stains spreading beneath them.

Kosmo’s fur bristled, his heart pounding with something hot and immediate. He didn’t know the two cats but that didn't matter. This was butchery. A growl rumbled in his throat as his muscles coiled, and then he sprang forward.

The she-cat’s head snapped toward him, eyes gleaming with something unreadable before she turned tail, fleeing before he could close the distance. Kosmo pursued, his paws hammering against the softened snow, but she was already ahead, already slipping into the growing darkness of dusk. He ran until the scents blurred, the trees thickened and WindClan was left behind to exchange for a frozen swathe of reeds.

The night forced reality upon him...She was gone.

Kosmo skidded to a stop, breath heaving, frustration curling his lip. Kosmo knew her scent - she wouldn't be abel to escape him again. His gaze cut sharply to the sky before a black shape tore through the clouds, dipping periodically before continuing the pursuit. He rushed back towards the bodies, noticing one - the small dilute tortie -'s chest heaved unevenly, brokenly as her last moments of life were beginning to slip...