BrambleClan Story EP. 2- The Ceremony
The question that was on everyone's mind was why wasn't Spottedplet showing any sadness? Maybe it was because he found himself too much of a warrior to be sad. While everyone else mourned, Soulpaw and Sandpaw were huddeled together in the apprentices' den.
"Sandpaw, I'm scared", Soulpaw said trembling. Anyone would be slightly mortified when whitnessing the brutal murder of their leader, but Soulpaw more so. "We have to tell someone, he might kill us too!" Sandpaw comforted his sister. The real reason why Spottedpelt wasn't mourning Blackstar was because he was his murderer. The two had saw him do it in the withring mass of rodents and cats. Spottedpelt had shot them a menacing glance and the siblings looked away like nothing had happened, but something did happen.
Everyone had known Spottedpelt to be just a little power-hungry, but no one knew he would go to the extent of killing his own leader. I'm sure that you, reader, have at least read the first section of the warriors books (up to New Prophecy). If you have, you know that there was a very power-hungry cat named Tigerstar who would do anything to have power. We can compare Spottedpelt, now Spottedstar, to Tigerstar.
Days passed, and the weight of keeping the horrid secret was coming down harder and harder on Soulpaw and Sandpaw until the couldn't bear it anymore.
"Will all cats old enough to catch their own prey come together for a BloodClan meeting", Spottedstar yowled from the top of the ledge. Obidently, all cats came out of their dens. Redstripe was excitedly pacing around at the base of the ledge. What was going on?
"I have called you here today to whitness one of our very own apprentices become a warrior!" Everyone growled and hissed their disagreements.
"Impossible!"
"He's too young!"
"What are you thinking?"
"Everyone shut up!", Spottrdstar hissed, and gradually everyone calmed down. "This is my clan now, and you go by my rules. We also need to make some changes." How could Spottedstar make Redpaw a warrior? He was barely seven moons old!
"Soulpaw, we have to do something!"
"Like what?"
"We have to tell!"
"If anyone has any objections, speak up now!", Spottedstar growled.
"Sandpaw-" Soulpaw tried to stop her brother from saying anything, but to her dismay it didn't work.
"I do", Sandpaw said triumphantly.
"Come up here then, little rat", Spottedstar sneered. Sandpaw struggled up the steep ledge and was gasping for breath whe he got up there.
"I... have something... to say." Sandpaw struggled to get the right words, but soon found them. "I know no one will believe me but-" Sandpaw stopped when he saw Soulpaw crying in the crowd. Sandpaw gulped. "Spottedstar, your 'honorable' leader, was Blackstar's killer!" Eyes opened wide, jaws dropped, and cats hissed.
"You have no proof!", Spottedstar yelled.
"He does!" everyone turned to see Soulpaw, wings fluffed out in annoyance. "I saw you do it too!"
"Us too!" Everyone turned to see Icepaw and Shadowpaw huddled together. Now the clan was beginning to believe it and started yowling insults at Spottedstar, too rude to repeat. Redpaw, now Redstripe stood by his leader and supported him. How could he?
Redstripe shared the same aspirations as Spottedstar. He heard nursery stories of what the old BloodClan was like, and loved it. The other kits thought it was terrible, but Redstripe loved the idea of killing. Was he in on Blackstar's murder too? Before the four siblings had any time to think about it, Spottedstar yowled.
"I'm not going to let four orphaned little rats to ruin me! Now, GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I KILL YOU!" Terrified, Sandpaw looked at Redstripe who was emotionless. Claws unsheathed, Spottedstar raked across Sandpaw's tail. He half slid, half fell down the ledge and raced out of BloodClan's camp. Shadowpaw, Icepaw, and Soulpaw followed him out. They had just been banished form BloodClan, and were now on their own.
