I never would've guessed that my mind would break down like this.
Every day is a struggle. Getting out of my bed, picking a mouse out of the freshkill pile, doing my duties as a warrior.
And it's all because of him.
Shortfoot killed my mate in front of my eyes.A gruesome sight. It was like being ripped apart a thousand times. Like being killed, slowly and painfully. I couldn't help but toss and turn, tearing up my nest until i was shaken awake by a brown paw.
"Streamstripe! Wake up oryou'll wake the others." The cat said, so i did. I rose to my feet painfully and walked into the thunderclan camp. It was moonhigh and snow covered the ground. I stepped through it, shuttering at the piling snow.
I should go hunting to clear my mind, I thought, walking out of camp. The cat on watch let me pass, giving me a look of pity. I did not want pity! I pouted and walked away. It hurt my heart and i cried out. My throat rumbled as i groaned loadly.
I scented a mouse and I got in a hunter's crouch. Sneaking over, i lunged but was caught half-way. Someone was grabbing my tail! I yowled but was dragged away into the tunnels, my face shoved into the ground. I looked up and saw Shortfoot. He was dragging me away. My heart was racing and i lifted my head to yowl but felt a pain in my back.
"Your a stupid cat. Whywould you leave camp?" I heard him sneer behind me and i rolled onto my back, my face inches away from his. He started to laugh, snickering and then laughing so hard he was gasping for breath. I was petrified, so when he held me down, I didn't squirm. I felt his claws trail down to the sensitive skin on my stomach and I gulped.
"Why would you do this?" I hissed to the warrior. He just laughed.
"I hated your mate. I hated the way he would bully me and tease me. When i saw him mate with a pretty cat like you, I lost it. Now you will see what I have hidden all along." He hissed, sinking his hookef claws deep in my stomach.I yowled, feeling the blood seep from the wound. It went deeper and deeper until blood started to spurt out, then he ripped it out. I screamed, thrashing about. The blood splattered on the rocks and snow that fell in. I heard it drip and i felt the snacking of Shortfoot's lip as he licked my bloody stomach. He was enjoying this, moaning at the flavor of my blood and drinking it all. I felt sick inside.
He moved to my tail and made a thin slice on the base. Then he started to bite it off chunk by chunk. I screamed and thrashed, and i couldnt move. I was held down by rocks. My tail eventually fell off. Then he sneered. He dragged his tongue on my chin and nuzzled me.
"Your so pretty. I'm so upsetI have to kill you. But first-" He clawed at the base of my tail, moving up to my ribcage. He tore at the shallow cut, swiping at each scream. He bit at my stomach and felt around my chest. Ripping and tearing, my dug deep in my skin and ripped my organs.
Why did it happen? I screamed and shouted, waiting to be found. The snow around me was just a red slush. I heard a digging at the base of the tunnel, I didn't care. I was welcoming death, i always have, but it was more painful then i could have imagined. It hurt.
The last thing i saw was the sick smile of a cat clawed by warriors.