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A fluffy white and light gray patched she-cat sat in a tree, fur shinning softly in the full moon light. She was perched on a branch that overhung a small trail below. Her bright blue eyes was fixxed on the ground below. Her ears here listening for any sort of sound. As she listened she thought to herself.
I can't believe I am doing this... What is Dovewing and Bumblestripe and Fuzzypelt going to think... No! They are never going to know! They can't! And they wont.
Dovewing and Bumblestripe. They where her parents, the best she could hope for. Dovewing cared for her, even in the worst times. Not any more! Not this time! She reminded herself. And Bumblestripe supported her no matter what, even with the most mouse-brained ideas of her's. He would never support this.
Fuzzypelt. That was her only littermate. Fuzzypelt was a vary fluffy light gray tom with darker gray stripes and blue eyes. He was the funniest cat ever, always making everyone laugh and cheering up everyone even in the hardest times.
She smiled thinking of her brother. All those times where she was put down by the older apprentices or was left out of somthing, Fuzzypelt always knew how to cheer her up. Even when he did not try to, some how he did.
She held back the purr riseing in her throat. She shook her head and focused again. A minute later a sound hit her ears.
She whipped her head towards the sound. A large brown tabby tom with orange paws and brown eyes padded along the path in the silent forest.
Stripepelt. She recognised the tom. She smiled slightly to herself as the tom walked closer to where she sat silently on the ledge. She knew this tom went for a midnight walk every night. She did not know why though.
Stripepelt was one of Bramblestar and Squirrelflight's kits. He used to be a good friend of her's and not only that, but she had a slight crush on him as an apprentice. That all changed when he found out her secret.
She leaned over the ledge as he came closer. When he was right under her she jumped. She fell on top of him and clawed at his neck before he could make a sound.
"I'm sorry Stripepelt. But you know about it." She whispered into his ear before jumping off his back.
"Frostfur..." The tom gasped for air as the blood gushed from him, eyes fadeing of life quickly. He layed down his head and fell still. The blood pooled around him. His brown eyes stareing into nothingness.
She turned and flead. She headed off the territory and to her and Darkfoot's secret place.
I am Frostfur. The warrior who mated with a cat from a different clan, is expecting kits, and killed her clanmate on a full moon. I am no longer a clan cat. Unfit to have the name 'warrior'. A traitor, lier, and murderer. I am Frostfur.
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