Nettlesong has been thinking a lot recently. Thinking about cruel and strange things. The medicine cat’s trial was to save a cat who had been poisoned. He was interested in learning all about the different types of poison and how to use them.
Some would say he was morbid. But Nettlesong didn’t really care. He was perfectly fine, right? There was nothing wrong with trying to know how to poison somebody. It wasn’t like Nettlesong was actually going to do it. He just liked knowing how to cure poison. After all, if poison got into the paws of a cat who was evil then who knows what would happen. But Nettlesong wasn’t evil. He wasn’t going to harm anybody.
Then again Nettlesong had been thinking about doing something for a while. One of the most common poisons were death berries. Death berries could be dangerous. After all they aren't toys. All herbs can be dangerous if you know how to use them.
But if a warrior eats a decent amount of them, around like two. Then they will die unless they get yarrow. But one berry usually doesn’t kill a full-grown warrior. It just makes them sick.
Padding into the medicine cat den Nettlesong glanced down and stared at the bright, glittering shade of red that looked back at him. He couldn’t wait any longer. Nettlesong was going to shove this death berry inside of some prey.
Now, you may think that Nettlesong was insane. But if a warrior got sick from the prey Nettlesong would be able to find better methods on how to heal them. He wasn’t doing this to cause harm. After all he would fix any cat that got poisoned.
Making sure nobody was in the camp, Nettlesong snuck out and grabbed a mouse. Quickly shoving death berries inside of it he then threw it into the pile and headed back to his den. Sitting down Nettlesong waited for a cat to come and eat it.
Once a few hunting patrols returned back to camp the cats then started to eat. Nettlesong didn’t know which mouse was his anymore. But he soon would find out.
Noticing a small kit named Elmkit approach the fresh-kill pile Nettlesong watched as she grabbed a mouse and quickly began to eat. At first Nettlesong didn’t think much of it. But then he froze as he realized the mouse was his.
One death berry was enough to kill a kit.
Once she finished eating Elmkit blinked. “i-I feel funny!”
As soon as she said that Elmkit fell onto the ground. Nettlesong had killed her.
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