he has come to claim the heavens for his own / private

[madster]

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it was midnight.

the jungle was unusually silent. besides the buzzing of insects and the occasional shaking of leaves, there was nothing. there was a general sense of peace in the newly founded clan consisting of loners and outcasts.

near the edge of the border, though, told a different tale, a story of loss and ends. a young male lay encircled in a halo of a dark liquid that stained the earth and foliage around him. blood. it had gushed from his head, perhaps a fracture of the skull, but it had been hours since the injury was created, and now the once red color of the liquid had rusted into a dark brown. this indicated the passage of time in this crime scene, and the fact nobody came to help.

he laid there, limp as if life had left him long ago. through his regulated, albeit shaky, breaths, it was revealed that despite all the blood loss, the cat's life marched on. such was the miracle of life- if the body could live, it would.

and nocturne would live.