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Fear caught her in it's jaws.

Raw terror sealed her throat.

Dread gnawed at her insides, as the claws caught the light of the moon. The bright orbital reflected off those sharp, shining claws unsheathed before the throng of felines.

The long fur on her spine went rigid, tensing with adrenaline. Around her, jeers and accusations were thrown, through the air, echoed into the breeze and whispered through every ear that cared to listen.

Every bone in her body told her to run, to run into safety and warmth. To turn away and forget, ignore the terrifying feeling of death hovering so close. Maybe it was not here for her, and maybe it was. Who could tell anymore, with murderers and traitors closed in on all sides?

But she was weighed down by the heavy stones in her gut, held down by horror that rooted her into the ground.

It was inevitable.

She knew that.

Even so, with the large mottled gray molly standing in the middle of the ring, her fur smooth despite the chaotic shouts, she couldn't tell if what they said was true. Could it really be, one of their own was to die tonight? Would they really steal breath from a chest, let blood ooze from a wound, take away the privilege of the ones above?

A ringing began in her ears. Engulfing the loud yowls growing steady, raised voices flowing into the circle as insults and hatred. She was drowning in the whining static, sending waves of shock into every nerve and cell.

Wracking her body were shivers, born of the cold wind tearing up her fur and filling her lungs with sharp needles of ice.

She didn't want to look— she couldn't watch the blood pour out, the way it would pool on the ground, the green eyes of the Seraphim reflecting the shining crimson.

Those eyes she knew so well...

Olive, emerald, green.

Clover eyes.

The eyes of the cat she had loved. Loved as someone who always supported her, someone whom she had grown up knowing, had gently pushing her to be the very best she could...

Panic stole her words, her heartbeat beating at an irregular pace, faster, as the blood flowing through her veins fizzed with fear.

This was it.

There would be no more pain.

Her heart would be broken and shattered into smaller pieces than ever before, but the pain would ebb into a dull numbing sensation.

She had been through enough to know exactly how it would feel.

But that's just the way things were.

The snarls still echoed in her head, words to last a lifetime. She would go to her grave with them, just as her mother, her father, her family would... had to.

It was ending.

The sky was darkened, ebony hues layered with pale wispy clouds. It would be the last night she saw like this. The last one surrounded by family and friends.

It was all she could do to close her eyes and weep lilac tears as claws slashed through flesh, mutilating a throat and sending a river of ichor spilling onto the dirt like a flood of poppies.

Her voice raspy as her throat seized with grief and agony, she whispered three last words. Her eyes still tightly shut, droplets fell from her cheeks. It was a farewell to the ones she loved, a final adieu to them. to her.

"I'll never forget."

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AN

was this kinkdance's pov, or was it freckleddance's?
you decide...

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