Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26046797-20160516172853/@comment-33008190-20160528201904

Ambrosia padded through the small chunk of forest territory slowly, enjoying the fresh scents and feels. This was one of the few times she could actually feel calm.

But, of course, like all other good things, this would be ruined.

She spun around on the soft ground to be face to face with another heir.

Rowan.

"You....little....rat." Ambrosia sneered. "What are you doing here. I told no one to follow me, or they would be killed. I can see you're not the bright one of the bunch..."

Rowan rolled her eyes. "No need for rudeness, Ambrosia. I have come to take you back. I know something is wrong. Tell me. I want to help... Why did you leave?!"

Ambrosia made a bit of a pfft noise, then stared at Rowan dead-on. "I left, because of all you snivelling cowards and your pampered lifestyles. This is no longer the Dusk Syndicate, and I doubt it ever will be. None of you are wha you should be, and I win't be the one to fix you. I'll just find somewhere else. Somewhere BETTER." Ambrosia narrowed her eyes.

"But not all of us are bad! And we can fix things, so they are right again!" Rowan pleaded.

"You say not alm of us are bad, when you are one of the worst, Rowan. You can't even listen or follow directions, kittypet."

This angered Rowan, and she was about to retort sharply when a deep, angry growl sounded around the forest. Almost instantly, Ambrosia slinked backwards and jumped besid a bush. She stood rigid and perfect as she gave a proud look, and turned her head to see what was the noise-generator.

Rowan stared at a huge, gross, lumbering badger. It came stepping closer to Rowan, snarling at her. Ambrosia, meanwhile, stared at her claws like she needed to clean them, beside that Starclan-forsaken bush.

"Ambrosia! Help me!! It's going to kill me!" Rowan hissed and cried. Tears formed in her eyes as the badger shifted closer, this whole body the size of Rowan and more. It had scary teeth and horrifying claws. Which were pointed at Rowan's neck, as she was cornered against the trunk of a tree and the killer body of a badger.

"AMBROSIA!! PLEASE. HELP ME, CLANMATE." Rowan felt the first swing against her flank, which caused pain to ripple across her skin and knock her down. She lay at the base of the tree, gasping and letting tears stroll down her face. "AMBROSIA! PLEASE!"

Ambrosia finally lifte Dhe rhear up enough, as if it cost her enough energy to look at the dangered cat. One being faced by the most deadly enemy in the forest, being ripped to shreds, one cleaning her claws and refusing to help another.

"No, Rowan. No." The last thing Ambrosia ever said to her, and the last thing she ever heard, as Rowan slowly got pulled away form her life.

Piece by piece, shred by shred. She was drenched of her soul and body, ripped apart by the bloody and raucous monster.

Not the badger, that wasn't the monster.

It was Ambrosia.