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Everything was a blur, Veeta came back with a bird held in her jaws, and her green eyes fell on the small crowd of cats gathered in the center of camp. Words of pain and sorrow, shouting, angry yells and sounds of sobbing and crying filled the caracal's ears. What did the heck happen? She wondered, approaching the crowd, "What is it?" She tried to ask but no one would tell her. She let out a huff of annoyance, and jump atop a lion's back, getting a startled shout out of the feline. But she was too distracted to apologize, in fact, she couldn't look away.

Nitze was laying in the center of the circle, blood pooled around her body, a stench hit her nose. One she recognized when she was still a breeding cat, one of the cats in the other cage next to her's had died of a sickness. And a hour later the stench was strong, the stench of... Death.

Her heart dropped.

"N-Nitze" she choked, jumping down from the back of the lion she was standing on, onto the grass below. Suddenly her paws felt heavy, her heart felt like someone was stabbing her heart with a knife and twisting it painfully.

"No...We had so much p-planned..." She whispered, her eyes scanning the wounds on the cub's body. "Y-You c-can't...Leave..." The words seemed stuck in her throat. This wasn't supposed to bother her, Veeta wasn't supposed to be so close to another feline. The cages had taught her to keep her distance, to not let another cat so close to her heart. She had learned it would only bring pain, but Nitze she... She let her in, she let her close, she let herself care about Nitze.

She always wanted to have cubs of her own, that's why she got so attached to Nitze so quickly. All the cubs she had as a breeder were taken away from her. She wanted to have cubs that wouldn't be taken away, that she could call... Her own.

And now even Nitze... she was taken away.

Veeta didn't know what to do, she should be down there with the grieving felines, she wasn't the only one close to the red cub. She knew many others were, Laz, Wyndigo, Avelina, many others. She should be strong, keep her emotions in check, go down there and comfort them. Find out what - who did this to Nitze... their Nitze...

My Nitze

Instead...

Veeta ran.

She turned and ran into the forest, and spent the rest of the night patrolling until her paws bleed and fell asleep under the roots of a tree. The next day she arose, and patrolled more, looking, hopping, trying, wanting to find who did this to Nitze. She would find this cat, she would find them if it was the last thing she ever did. And when she did?

She would kill them.

She would make them PAY.

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+ 1 for word count + 3 for picture = 4 EP for Veeta

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Description
Broken

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Reaction to these events:

Mature Content

Everything was a blur, Veeta came back with a bird held in her jaws, and her green eyes fell on the small crowd of cats gathered in the center of camp. Words of pain and sorrow, shouting, angry yells and sounds of sobbing and crying filled the caracal's ears. What did the heck happen? She wondered, approaching the crowd, "What is it?" She tried to ask but no one would tell her. She let out a huff of annoyance, and jump atop a lion's back, getting a startled shout out of the feline. But she was too distracted to apologize, in fact, she couldn't look away.

Nitze was laying in the center of the circle, blood pooled around her body, a stench hit her nose. One she recognized when she was still a breeding cat, one of the cats in the other cage next to her's had died of a sickness. And a hour later the stench was strong, the stench of... Death.

Her heart dropped.

"N-Nitze" she choked, jumping down from the back of the lion she was standing on, onto the grass below. Suddenly her paws felt heavy, her heart felt like someone was stabbing her heart with a knife and twisting it painfully.

"No...We had so much p-planned..." She whispered, her eyes scanning the wounds on the cub's body. "Y-You c-can't...Leave..." The words seemed stuck in her throat. This wasn't supposed to bother her, Veeta wasn't supposed to be so close to another feline. The cages had taught her to keep her distance, to not let another cat so close to her heart. She had learned it would only bring pain, but Nitze she... She let her in, she let her close, she let herself care about Nitze.

She always wanted to have cubs of her own, that's why she got so attached to Nitze so quickly. All the cubs she had as a breeder were taken away from her. She wanted to have cubs that wouldn't be taken away, that she could call... Her own.

And now even Nitze... she was taken away.

Veeta didn't know what to do, she should be down there with the grieving felines, she wasn't the only one close to the red cub. She knew many others were, Laz, Wyndigo, Avelina, many others. She should be strong, keep her emotions in check, go down there and comfort them. Find out what - who did this to Nitze... their Nitze...

My Nitze

Instead...

Veeta ran.

She turned and ran into the forest, and spent the rest of the night patrolling until her paws bleed and fell asleep under the roots of a tree. The next day she arose, and patrolled more, looking, hopping, trying, wanting to find who did this to Nitze. She would find this cat, she would find them if it was the last thing she ever did. And when she did?

She would kill them.

She would make them PAY.

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+ 1 for word count + 3 for picture = 4 EP for Veeta

Vector glass:
pngtree.com/freepng/broken-gla…
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You CANNOT copy, trace, edit, or re-use this or the artwork in any way shape or form without my clear written permission.