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Post by xx kalei on Aug 21, 2007 16:21:17 GMT -5
scar tissue that i wish you saw
sarcastic mister know it all
Have you ever lost someone? Anyone; anyone you ever knew? Had their paws trodden a little to recklessly on this cruel earth? Were they victim to reality? Either way, we've all known someone who died. Today, I'm here to tell you of a story, one to make you rip out your vocal cords and bleed. To make you shudder and weep. Ready? There's no turning back, now.
She lived deep in the forest, in an old badger set, for away from the Clans. Bartered herbal remedies for a living. The cats around those parts called her Bloody Mary. They claimed she was evil, able to curse any who crossed her path.
None dared cross the old crone for fear that their water would go dry, their prey rot away before winter, their kittens take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that an angry witch could do to her neighbors.
Then the little she-cats in the village began to disappear, one by one. No one could find out where they had gone. Grief-stricken felines searched the woods, the local Twolegplace, and all the houses and barns, but there was no sign of the missing she-cats. A few brave souls even went to Bloody Mary's home in the woods to see if the female had taken the kits, but she denied any knowledge of the disappearances. Still, it was noted that her haggard appearance had changed. She looked younger, more attractive. The neighbors were suspicious, but they could find no proof that Bloody Mary had taken their young ones.
Then came the night when the daughter of the head cat in town rose from her nest and padded outside, following an enchanted sound no one else could hear. The head cat's mate had a bellyache and was sitting up in the loft treating herself with an herbal remedy when her daughter left the house. She screamed for her mate and followed the young tabby out of the door. The head cat came running from his den. Together, they tried to restrain the young kit, but she kept breaking away from them and heading out of town.
The desperate cries of the head cat and his mate woke the neighbors. They came to assist the frantic couple. Suddenly, a sharp-eyed tortoiseshell gave a shout and pointed toward a strange light at the edge of the woods. A few tomcats followed him out into the field and saw Bloody Mary beside a large oak tree, pointing her muzzle cowards the head cat's barn. She was glowing with an unearthly light as she set her evil spell upon the head cat's daughter.
The tomcats ran toward the old female. When she heard the commotion, Bloody Mary broke off her spell and fled back into the woods. The far-sighted tortoiseshell had sprinted faster than the others; had been training himself in case the witch ever came after his daughter. Now he took aim and pounced on her. The tom hit Bloody Mary in the spine and she collapsed to the ground. The angry tomcats leaped upon her and carried her back into the field, where they her drowned in the nearby pond.
As she drowned, Bloody Mary screamed a curse at the cats. If anyone mentioned her name aloud before a pool of water, she would send her spirit to revenge herself upon them for her terrible death. When she was dead, the cats went to the den in the woods and found the unmarked graves of the little she-kits the evil witch had murdered. She had used their blood to make her young again.
From that day to this, anyone foolish enough to chant Bloody Mary's name three times before a darkened pool of water will summon the vengeful spirit of the witch. It is said that she will tear their bodies to pieces and rip their souls from their mutilated bodies. The souls of these unfortunate ones will burn in torment as Bloody Mary once was burned, and they will be trapped forever in the water.
Nowadays, you can hear the ragged screams of Bloody Mary near the pond, which is now in loner territory. Mysterious deaths have occurred in the Clans. No one knows what is happening. The only person that knows in the tortoiseshell's great-grandson, as the story has been passed down for generations. Now, someone must find out how to fix this murdering, or the Clans may disappear altogether.
Only one cat knows the secret. He holds the key. He is Bloody Mary's great-nephew. And he's here to plague the Clans.
[story © to www.americanfolklore.net/folktales/pa3.html, rewritten to fit cats.]
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