My name is Loudlegs, and I am a warrior in my clan, Iceclan. My mate is the deputy, Blackmouth. I'm going to tell you first from my point of view, about the terror, and agony my clan faced five moons ago. When my son, Featherpaw, was killed by the vicious, ambitious, ego-filled cat, Raspstar.
He tore through our clan like a wildfire. And took his small group, of seven cats, which were about five times stronger than the clan cats. One blow of a paw would send a cat flying a few mouse-lengths away. They took the prey when they killed my son. Went too far. Now I'm bandaged up with cobwebs. I tried to save him, it just didn't work. Blackmouth has been bubbling with rage ever since Featherpaw died. Rockstorm, the medicine cat, has been hopeless and practically shunned Starclan. Tomorrow I'm going to go to Raspstar. Me, Featherstar, the leader of Iceclan, Bluewhisker, the deputy, and Blackmouth are going to kill him. Make him feel the pain that our clan felt when he tore our clan apart. Our clan used to have twenty-three cats, he left us with seventeen.
"Are you okay, Loudlegs?" Blackmouth calmly whispered. He was worried about me. I had been so bitter lately, so he would get himself worked up by trying to comforting me. "I'm fine, dear." I rasped. "Well, if you need anything, I'm happy to get it for you. Do you need any poppy seeds for the pain?" He asked. "The pain of any wound cannot even begin to compare to the pain I'm feeling for Featherpaw." I said coldly. "Nothing". "I- I'm so sorry. Sometimes I don't even feel like getting out of my nest sometimes.. I just… Can't.." Blackmouth choked out. He'd gotten interrupted as Featherstar came into Rockstorm's den and spoke. "Are you feeling alright, Loudlegs? He said. "Featherstar…. Oh Featherstar… I don't know if I can take the pain I feel. It feels like death, millions of times." I whispered. "It's all too much to take.." Blackmouth added. "Calm down, the both of you. Before both of you become a burden to our clan." "You still want to raid Raspstar and his cats, right? Featherstar had a point. If we all started mourning, then how could we fight our best?
Next chapter, next week. Sorry there so small, there will be many parts.