An eighth challenge to NightClan, or actually just an extra one. Please review! ~Phoenix
Death Smile
I thrashed and clawed at the warriors, my clanmates all around me laying. They were dead. I was the last known survivor. I lowered and slid under a warrior of CliffClan, raised one claw up, and teared open his belly. He gasped curled up.
I glanced at all the warriors around me, knowing that I was outnumbered. I didn't see the other leader, Hawkstar. I did a pathetic thing: I ran.
All the warriors hissed and growled, trying to sprint after me, but they soon lost me. I was breathing deeply, and dropped down from tiredness.
The next morning, I woke up. I dipped into a mud puddle so I could explore safely without being attacked... hopefully.
I bustled in and out, noticing that it was much easier to hunt with brown than gleaming silver. Soon, I ran into trouble territory: CliffClan.
A patrol of the enemy clan came up behind me. Some of the surviving warriors. I saw a tiny cream-colored she-cat with hazel eyes: Littlepaw, from the last apprentice ceremony. I acted like I was new.
"Who are you?!" I squeaked, bewildered. Truth is, I actually didn't know them. I only knew my clanmates.
"I am Blacktail, deputy of CliffClan. But the real question is, who are you," boomed the tom.
I made a quick-second decision. "I'm Whitefrost, who used to be welcomed by the old leader, Leopardstar!" I squealed. I sprinted away, but Littlepaw and the other brown tom blocked me.
"Very good, Littlepaw and Brownpaw. Very good," Blacktail purred. He smiled, then turned to face me.
"Come, Whitefrost. I don't understand why you are brown, though," Blacktail said.
"Oh, it's just much better to fit with the scene and hunt for prey," I purred nervously.
"You do sound nervous. Is it... Hawkstar?" guessed Blacktail.
I nodded. "I haven't been in CliffClan so long, so I'm thinking Hawkstar might drive me out," I answered.
Blacktail nodded and dipped his head.
"Welcome back to CliffClan, Whitefrost."
CliffClan is nothing like SmokeClan, and I know that from attacking. It has dull grey rocks, and the cats are lazy and sleep in bird-like nests. They don't even have enough minds to pick moss and carry it. The cats were still sleeping.
"You are welcomed. You can live here," said Blacktail. Littlepaw, Brownpaw, and Blacktail padded away, but I followed Blacktail. He showed me the warriors den and said I could make my own nest. I nodded.
"Go to sleep, I'll be preparing," I purred. Blacktail laid down on his nest and started snoring. I picked I far corner in the back and started gathering sticks. I made their kind of nests, but then, I found some moss, ripped it, and placed it on my nest, almost covering it.
When I finished, I went to sleep, not noticing a dark cat glowering and sniffing me.
*Several moons later*
I fished out the mud puddle again and got ready to dip, until I heard a voice behind me.
"Well, hello, my old friend, Silverstar. I missed you much, you know," said a familiar tom. But the voice was calm, which made me angry, but I couldn't move. I turned around slowly. A black tom with with white paws, chest, and tail-tip stepped forward.
He smiled at me, knowing that he won this battle. Dry blood and scars roamed across my fur. I was angry. I lunged, raking at his neck, this time his eyes filled with terror.
I had killed him because of my anger. I sat down and looked at his body. Suddenly, I remembered our friendship, how we used to play together at SmokeClan, until he ran away and betrayed me.
I dipped my head. "I'm sorry."
Hawkstar smiled slightly. "I deserved it. You should come with me, too," he insisted. I nodded.
He raked across my neck, driving pain inside me. I nodded again. "Thank you." Those were my last to words.
And... done. They both die. I hoped you liked Silverstar's story! And don't forget to review!