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Kittypet suffered in their sleep.

     Yes, the exact same Kittypet who had joined ThunderClan as an apprentice many moons ago. They were well past graduation, now.

     Any cat that hadn’t stolen essentially the entire stash of Catnip within their Medicine Cat’s den and proceeded to ram their head against the ground for ten minutes straight, claiming that: “The worms! The worms are gonna suffocate!”

     …………….

      -would expect to wake up exactly where they had fallen asleep. And this was true for Kittypet, too. 

     Well, sort of. They had fallen asleep in their nest in ThunderClan’s camp. And while they most certainly awoke in ThunderClan’s camp, they did not do so in their nest.

     They let out a…I suppose you could call it a yawn, if a yawn were to include a sharp gargling from the back of the throat and a few seconds of vicious full-body jerking. They then spent a solid thirty seconds locked in a thousand-yard glassy-eyed stare, limbs extended as if they were about to take off towards StarClan. And my oh my, if Kittypet didn’t WISH they could join StarClan for the totality of their existence in this plane.    

     Eventually, Kittypet’s sore, cramping lungs desperately forced an exhale, though a following inhale seemed downright impossible to permit. And that was when the dull, yet acute and radiating ache localized at the surface of their abdominal region was able to send its pain signals to their brain.

     Kittypet instinctively yowled before becoming meticulously aware of each and every single nerve ending at the site of their current agony. 

     Their head swiveled downwards, as if all of their muscles had vanished a moment prior, their eyes thus making contact with rock. Combining this current information with what they longed they couldn’t feel, Kittypet was able to deduce they were lying belly-down upon a sharp, yet jagged tip of the rock.

     And then their brain processed what vast, yet formerly indecipherable smudges of detail they had previously perceived, before the rock was a part of their knowledge. A gag was heaved out of their currently shriveled lungs.

     They looked up. Then left. Then right. Then left. Then center. Then down. Then up. Then center. Then left.

     Indeed. Their worst fears had been confirmed. 

     Aside from this, they only needed their periphery to discern what was directly at their sides. Right now, though, Kittypet needed to finish their thoughts about ThunderClan’s camp. Well…it’d be closer to the truth to say “ThunderClan” ’s camp, but at this point did that really make a difference?

     The Warrior’s den to the left still had a giant rock on top of it. Kittypet wondered where the remaining Warriors slept. Or, before even that, where they even were in the first place. And…who they even were…in the first place.

     Kittypet turned their head right, towards the nursery, and was instantaneously struck with the same exact combination of terror, mourning, and disbelief they had experienced upon their first encounter with that nursery. Taking shortened, labored, miniscule breaths, one after the other, in through their nose, Kittypet was still able to recognize the Kits’ scents. 

     Including Dawnkit’s.

     Kittypet wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved that she hadn’t been killed again, or sorrowful that she was still here.

    As well, in attempting to take in the Kits’ scents, Kittypet had also taken in the scents of the two cats lying next to them. Or, rather, the two prey-sized corpses of the two cats lying beside their, as they now understood, equally shrunken form. The exact same cats as last time, no doubt. Kittypet didn’t even need to wonder how they hadn’t become crow-food yet.

     The scent that Briarstar on the left exuded indicated that…whoever he actually is…or… was…in this…place…he had died in his sleep. Which checked out considering how old, and…decrepit, and…senile wasn’t the best word, but it wasn’t like Kittypet was in any position to think of a better one.

     Nettleclaw on the right, on the other paw, positively exuded shock. Whatever had managed to overpower her…Kittypet could only think of a few candidates, and one of them was Rabbitclaw. Kittypet shuddered. They wouldn’t put it past the Clawmaster. That cat was made of only two things: Wind, and ego.

     At this point, having become fully aware of their situation, Kittypet could’ve focused all of their energy into getting themself off the rock.

     Could’ve.

     Had the shadow of a small bird not descended over the grass lying in front of them, sending them into the panic response of immobility.

     And as if the situation wasn’t soul-suckingly horrid enough as it was, it got worse.

     Way. Way. Way. Way. Way. Worse.

     Kittypet lamented over the fact they couldn’t scream the cat’s name, though for what possible reason, not even they knew.

     The ghostly pure white cat, eyes void and mouth null, calmly strode towards Kittypet, who remained painstakingly aware of each pawstep. Whilst a constant pulse of anguish seared deep into Kittypet’s abdomen, the horrid, fur-spiking cat progressively stole more and more space within their field of view.

     As if able to sense their languishing vocal chords, incapable of overcoming their imposed choking strains, Voideyes spoke up themself. 

     “Hush your suffering, my little prey. Everything will be over soon.”

     Before Kittypet could even begin the process of gathering together all the mental resources they would need to process those words, Voideyes’ head tilted downwards, moving forwards soon thereafter, at an ominous, gradual pace.

     Only able to recognize on an implicit level the question of how Voideyes could possibly eat prey without a mouth, their question was instantaneously struck down once the spectral cat’s skin where their mouth should be made contact with their form.

     Phasing through the barrier as if it had never existed at all, Kittypet was promptly graced with the strangling presence of darkness. It was quite the good thing then, that they, as all cats do, possessed night vision.

     Rather than sight, however, the very first sense which granted Kittypet information was smell. They recognized those scents. All of them. Swirling about within the dampened midsts of Voideyes’ maw, were many fellow ThunderClan cats. Ravenwing. Amberflame. Galeflower. Kestreleye. 

     …..

     Uncertainty gouged into Kittypet’s mind. 

     They intook one great final whiff. 

     Tempestcloud?

       That was when Voideyes’ tongue made its move, in order to engulf, fully, Kittypet’s form within their maw. Kittypet spasmed as the piercing, rigid papillae upon the warm, slimy muscle compressed against their skin… the result of which granted Voideyes just enough time to slip the shuddering body inside. All the way inside.

     Now, it was just Kittypet, and Voideyes’ pointed, glistening fangs. Far sharper, shinier and, perhaps most bloodcurdling-ly of all, numerous, than a cat’s fangs ever should be. Pitch black gums lay close beyond, as the tongue began to pull itself backwards.

        Kittypet’s head brushed against Voideyes’ plump, dangling uvula, before their eyes, dragged by nothing but desire to comprehend, bore deep into their shadowy pharynx. Kittypet strained to make out where their mouth ended and their esophagus began. Yet, any attempt to reach a satisfying conclusion was curbed into dismal futility the moment wings flapping leisurely gave way to gentle cooing.

     Kittypet’s heart ceased, their breathing halting mid-exhale. And then, for reasons they had long stopped trying to question, they found their body was wholly flipped around, gazing vacantly towards the front of the maw.

     Through a steeled duration of stillness, Kittypet awaited another coo.They knew for a fact it was coming. First, however, they were met with the decidedly different sensation of squelching esophageal muscles squeezing around their legs and tail, dragging them downwards into the slick tube. No more than a second later, Dove peered her head inside.

     Kittypet’s soul collapsed. Voideyes’ three words screeched throughout the collectivity of their being. The squishy echoes of another gulp rang boisterously around the maw, pulling their lower body into the esophagus. The words boomed louder and louder within Kittypet’s eardrums, forcing their heart rate to imitate. Dove merely cocked her head and took a singular step forwards.

     At this point, Kittypet’s innate survival reflexes mandated an override of their fear response to remain still and silent, physically forcing them to finish exhaling, before gagging in a breath of oxygen. There was no feasible way they could pay any possible mind to Dove’s piqued interest in this sudden physical change. She took two steps forwards, nearly bringing her being’s entirety inside with them.

     “GETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAY!”

     Kittypet wailed in their mind, with a terror for their life far eclipsing the one Voideyes was currently evoking.

     Dove, seemingly also able to read minds, was encouraged only to walk further in. Her full body was now inside Voideyes’ maw, whilst Kittypet’s chest became entrapped by the ghost cat’s esophagus.

     “Cooooo-ooooooooo?” Dove trilled from her own throat as she only drew closer. 

     Voideyes swallowed one more time, leaving only Kittypet’s head and arms outside their esophagus. And then, something shattered inside Kittypet.

      “SAVE ME, DOVE!”

     “C-Cooo?”

     Dove leaned in towards Kittypet, her large, dark, beady eyes protruding from each side of her head. She seemed to seep directly into Kittypet, her gaze alone severing the connection between their body and mind, before her claws slid smoothly around their heart.

     *Click*

     Kittypet’s consciousness returned just in time to observe Voideyes’ gnashed fangs tightening the pressure between their hold, as if fully intent on fusing together.

     The last thing Kittypet could sense was a horrified: “OOOOOOO-COOOOOOOO!” before their head and arms slipped beyond Voideyes’ pharynx.

     With each consecutive wave of peristalsis, Kittypet felt their own throat closing up even tighter. So much blood pounded within the veins between the swollen walls, that the resulting heat may as well be sealing it shut.

     Drenched in totality by the combination of saliva flowing down from the maw, and mucus lubricating the esophageal lumen, Kittypet’s sopped fur clung stiff to their skin, drawing the muscular tube’s unique tactile perceptions even closer to their being.

     The fierce, stinging fever in their forehead brought to their ears a consistent, overpowering thump, categorically overriding any possible attempt to aurally detect anything beyond.

     Kittypet’s time could only draw out for so long, however, and the moment they could sense that their tail, which had previously been brushing against the esophageal walls, was now against nothing but air, their brain’s grip on their own consciousness staggered furthur. 

     With their sanity crackling like a hollow twig beneath a paw, the rest of Kittypet’s body inevitably dove beyond the lower esophageal sphincter as well. A moment of freefalling ensued. And then, Kittypet ruptured.

     Sizzling shadowy waters fervently engulfed Kittypet’s form as their twitching body remained just buoyant enough to avoid drowning. Having sensed the arrival of a meal, the gastric pits in Voideyes’ stomach walls began secreting the enzymes they needed to digest it. 

     As protein “scales” comprised the outer layers of their fur shaft cuticles, with layers of proteins, (as well as lipids), lying in-between, proteases enclosed upon Kittypet’s body. Hydrochloric acid proceeded with activating pepsinogen into pepsin, and denaturation, (through ionization), of different protein structure levels commenced, each of which subsequently lost their functions.

     The keratinocyte proteins upon Kittypet’s epidermis were similarly denatured by the pepsin, searing away at their fur follicles as they permeated into the dermis, simultaneously causing nociceptors in the dermis, (signaled first by their epidermal free nerve endings), to release neurotransmitters into the central nervous system. All the way up to the brain.

     Kittypet stopped thinking. 

     Consciously, semi-consciously, and unconsciously. 

     The electrical signals within their brain fuzzed around for a while, before fizzling out of existence entirely. 

     From there, the gastric acid burned into the hypodermis, breaching Kittypet’s veins and arteries, and dying the deathly waters around them a rich, vicious red. The red blood cells, white blood cells, plasma, and platelets, swirled around amongst the pepsin in cellular disorientation, inevitably succumbing to the gastric enzymes’ denaturation.  

     As the stomach was unable to, (fully), break down lipids, the digestion of the fats within their subcutaneous tissues was a job reserved, instead, to the duodenum of the small intestine.

     Regardless, being a liquid, the gastric acid merely seeped around the lipids, dissolving into Kittypet’s muscles, (their skeletal muscles, specifically), that which are known for their compositions of proteins. The connective tissues of the epimysium, followed by the endomysium and perimysium, each had their collagen fibers ravaged to unrecognizability as the pepsin continued their work. Now, they had access to Kittypet’s smooth and cardiac muscles.

     Soon enough, all that remained of Kittypet was their skeleton. Sloshing around within the lifeless cellular chyme of their own remains.

     Said chyme was thus churned, by the very same merciless stomach, through the pylorus, where the process of digestion would finish, via amylase and lipase from the pancreas.