Be careful of the fox, their father growled lightly. He's going to get you!
The words pass through my mind like a bee sting and I wince.
I couldn't register what my eyes presented me. Not at first. The wind whipped through my fur, chilling me through my thin coat. My eyes stung as I stared unblinkingly at my dead sister before my paws.
Grassnose's light gray fur darkened under the heavy clouds as the wind carassed her fur. Her neck was bent crookedly, the eyes peered up at me accusingly, as if it was my fault this happened to her.
My mouth tugged.
I choked back a yowl. How could something go so wrong so fast? It was nothing but a patrol. We had left WindClan earlier to patrol our borders. It was supposed to be safe. We were supposed to return and share a rabbit together, listen to our Elder Mistleaf's stories about the glorious battles of WindClan.
It was that fox! That fucking fox did this!
It was not supposed to be here. It was not supposed to snap my sister's neck and run away. I should have fought it. I should have chased after it. Not stand here like a stiff tree, staring stupidly at my sister. The fox's reek in the air did nothing to appease my mood.
As I gaze at her, my mouth tugged yet again, insistently. I hesitate before I slowly let the smile spread over my face.
I giggle.
The sound was rich and foreign in my ears and I promptly stop. It was not proper. This was not funny, it's horrible! I should be heart-broken. Mad with grief and rage. So why could I not stop giggling?
I choke again, this time to hold back a laugh. I turn away and stumble through the wide open fields. WindClan needed to know about this. I felt guilty to leave her behind, but I could not be near her.
The way those eyes stared at me, as if she knew what I was doing. And the smell of death and decay brought a shudder in my body just thinking about it. No, I would tell WindClan, let Rabbitstar take over.
I slip and slide through the hills, all the while laughing, laughing as the image of my sister's brutal shape hovered over my eyes.
Dear StarClan, give me strength.
I got this idea after reading a charming story from WonderWonderbrats, a very talented author whose stories inspired me to question and prod the psyche of a character past "normalcy"