DISCLAIMER: I do not own Warriors, but I own my OCs.
Fatal
Prologue
The wind whispered in her ears. They seemed to be telling her not to do this, but she refused to listen. She knew she must, and whatever was trying to halt her in her tracks knew it too. She looked up at the sky, the stars and the moon lighting her path. The she-cat forced herself to continue and travelled to the lake, gazing at her reflection in its depths. Her misty blue eyes imitated the misery and the pain of which she had felt her entire life. The dread tugged at her chest. It urged her to do it, and she complied.
Her silver paws itching in anticipation, she took a whiff of the water. Yes….perfect, she thought, placing herself into a leaping position. This was it. The time had finally come.
Staring into her own eyes, she inched forward and dared herself to do it. She had to, it was the only way. It was the only manner that she could pay for her deeds….
It was the only way in which she could pay for allowing that kit to die on her watch.
Before she knew it, she had leapt into the water, thrashing wildly and sinking downward. As she breathed, her lungs burned in response, causing weakness to conquer her and to drag her to the bottom. The silver cat closed her eyes and imagined her mother, waiting for her somewhere. Waiting to cast vengeance, vengeance for her horrible death and the effort that the silver cat chose not to give to prevent it…..
Vengeance for the kit….
Just as death began to creep on her, something took hold of her scruff and pulled her upward. The she-cat writhed in desperation, injecting her claws and flaying at whatever had grabbed her. Unwilling to surrender, the cat waited until she and her rescuer reached the surface.