Not really sure where I'm going with this new story.
But hey! Imma roll with it!
Prolouge
A pretty black she-cat with white-tipped paws stood alone in the freezing snow. Her eyes, a pale blue, seemed almost translucent while her dark coat made her stick out in the pure white landscape. She trudged through the icy snow, her white paws seeming to disappear against it. The cold bit at her and crawled under her fur, making her shiver and fluff out in an attempt to warm herself. Her legs felt wobbly from exhaustion, and she told herself that it was time to go home.
Where is home?
She remembered the events of that morning in a blank state of mind. She couldn't go back to RiverClan anymore. She remembered her clanmate's horrified stares; her mother, Nightfeather and her poor, sickly brother. How she missed them. They probably didn't even love her anymore, after what happened.
What exactly had happened?
She didn't even know herself. She had been near the river with her father, Owlheart, and then he fell in. When she had pulled him out, whimpering in fear, she saw that he had claw marks in his throat and black fur in-between his claws. Only four cats had the same fur color as her: the deputy, her brother, her mother, and Otterpelt, her grandfather. The deputy (who was her uncle, being Owlheart's brother), Minnowfall, had been on patrol on the other side of the territory. Her brother, being the sickly cat he was, had been confined to the medicine cat den. Her mother, naturally, wasn't there for one, and would never kill her mate. And Otterpelt was an elder.
All evidence pointed to her. So when she was condemned in front of her clan, she had no excuses. There was no possible way to plead innocent; she, with a torn heart, accepted her exile. Perhaps, she thought, that she had done it subconsciously. Without realizing. Perhaps her jealousy of the attention her ill brother always got had piled up and released. She forced herself to think this way; forced herself to think she had a dangerous monster lurking underneath her innocent skin.
There really was nothing to do but accept her destiny; to wander alone, forever looking for a place to call home. She vowed to herself to stay away from other cats. To keep them from danger. To keep them safe from herself.
But she didn't want to be alone.
The cries of her brother rang in her ears still: cries of despair, and helplessness, and bitterness. But there was never any hatred in his eyes as he watched her leave. And for that, she forever thanked him in her prayers.
She winced as a small jolt of pain jabbed through her paw. A rock. Forcing herself to keep moving, she moved out of RiverClan territory, dismayed. The pain dulled, and she realized that she was going numb.
That night, she found an abandoned loner's den a short way into ShadowClan territory, near Fourtrees. Every night after that, she would only hunt in the small area inside the four towering oaks; neutral territory. Because she would never truly have loyalty to any clan.
Or so she thought.
Hmm… Well, a bit of information about this story...
When: before INTO THE WILD, after DAWN OF THE CLANS.
Where: old territory, the forest
Who: a bunch of made-up cats, mainly "Ravenflight"
What: a drama and a mystery
Why: I felt like it
Anyway, please read and review!