Authors Notes: Challenge for WingClan! Enjoy!
A rustle in the bushes caught Petal's attention. She angled her ears towards the sound. It was behind a yew bush that was near to her den. She got out of her den and creeped towards the sound slowly and cautiously. Her heart yearned to have a large meal, and now, she was hoping that there was a large juicy bird behind the yew bush.
Petal was a typical loner. She, apart from being totally isolated from the Clans had some connections to them. Petal knew that now, after so many moons, she still regretted her past mistakes... big mistakes. After all, she was forbidden to be the mate of a warrior from ShadowClan, according to the rules, and after that, she had two kits.
Clawwhisker. My two kits. I wonder what they look like now? Big and strong, respected by their own Clan... hopefully. Still...
Petal crept along the border of ShadowClan. Her den was a large abandoned badger set in the ground, just outside the border. She stretched her neck over the yew bush and saw a pile of grey fur lying on the ground, very still. Petal's heart skipped a beat. She put her paw on the cat, surprised by the coldness and stiffness, and rolled it over gingerly.
Once Petal saw the cat's face, she leaped back in fright. The cat's eyes were rolled over, white and lifeless. His mouth was drooping open and it's tongue lolled out, as if it was screaming for help when it was killed. Petal smelled ShadowClan on this cat though. Is it one of my kits? No... doesn't looked like them... Petal calmed herself down briefly and stared blankly at the open wound along the belly. Blood was spilling out of the wound, soaking up in the cold grey fur.
The cat had been killed by another cat, as Petal could see black cat fur in-between the grey cat's claws. She shivered and suddenly noticed a dark shape moving away into the depths of ShadowClan camp. The cat's fur colour looked pitch black and patchy. Just like hers. She shuddered and felt like that cat was her shadow, killing cats and dumping them behind yew bushes. Yew bushes also meant death.
Was this a bad omen? Petal blinked a few times and then got to her feet, terrified. Her instinct told her to go warn Clawwhisker. Was he in danger. She knew deep down that if she went in there, something would happen... something very bad. Petal looked back and forth, as if she were crossing the Thunderpath, and then picked up the body by the scruff and dragged it towards a patch of heather. The taste of cold, stiff fur was unbearable. She spat the body out when she arrived at her den and then stroked the fur gently with her tail.
Her heart was falling apart as she looked hopelessly at the dead corpse. She placed a few dock leaves over the cat's wound and began digging a hole. Petal dragged the corpse into the grave and sat there, for a moment, wondering why this cat was killed. She sighed and covered the body with the dirt.
What's happening? Oh Clawwhisker, please be safe...
-Artumnfire
