A/N: The first Arrowclan challenge is complete! If you don't know what that is, it's a cool forum. The link odds in my bio :)
Warning, because of blood and gore this is a high T. Also, there are mentions of an LGBTQ+ cat.
Emotions swirled around her, threatening to drown out all civil manners and thoughts. Anger. Jealousy. Hatred. And blood thirst. She kneaded her claws in the ground and turned, running away.
Terror for what would happen. Satisfaction knowing that they would get what was coming to them.
Jaggedfur and Daisyleap. Death to them. Murder them. In seconds Bluetail had become an animal. All in the name of love.
It had never really hit her how much it hurt that her beloved had chosen someone else over her. That they though that, that... that vile other cat was worth more to them than their best friend. But seeing them in a clearing with their kit had stroke something in her heart.
Bluetail stopped a puddle and stared at her reflection. She would kill them now, when the entire family was alone.
She did an about-face and headed back to the clearing.
Daisyleap looked up to her 'friend'. "Oh, hello Blu-"
She didn't get to finish her sentence as Bluetail leaped forward and bit down on her shoulder in fury.
Daisyleap cried out in pain as Bluetail roughly bit off a chunk of flesh from fer shoulder, and spat it out. The white long-furred cat stared in horror at her own flesh. She staggered to the ground.
Jaggedfur roared and leapt towards Bluetail, but was killed in moments as Bluetail slashed his throat, before turning back to Daisyleap. She swaggered forward. "It's all your fault. If only you hadn't become mates with Jaggedfur."
Face scrunched in anger, she flew towards Daisyleap, gouging her eyes and relishing the cry of pain. Bluetail bit down hard on the other she-cat's throat, finally killing her.
"What a shame, what a shame," Bluetail said with a smirk.
She turned to the black kit, who was frozen in terror. Bluetail trotted forward, the gray she-cat coming closer to the cowering kit. "You should have been my kit," She snarled, causing the kit to flinch. "It's such a shame." She slammed her front paws hard little kit's back, cracking it's spine and killing it instantly, ignoring the mewl it made. It. The kit and it's parents were no longer cats to her, they were things.
Now satisfied, Bluetail padded to a stream and washed off the blood and scent from her. The gray she-cat froze when she heard a saddened and angry yowl of someone finding the corpses.
A cold feeling came over her as she realized truly what she'd done. She'd killed her best friend and her mate. A kit. She bolted out of the reddened stream, not caring about the way the water weighed down her pelt and spilled over the forest floor. Bluetail sprinted away, shocked with herself. She hated herself. Didn't know if she could live with herself. Didn't believe she could.
Her paws carried her to the gorge, her ears picking up the roaring sound of the river that churned below. She sprinted out of the river and straight to the side of the river, not slowing down as she approached. She reached the last few inches of land and crouched. She leaped into the air, ground disappearing under her paws- then plunged into the river below.
All that could come from this was death.