Alright this piece of writing is for fun, I need something to do over the summer. I wouldn't mind a few people commenting on it but obviously you don't have to. I know it's probably not the best writing out there but hey go ahead and read.
The clan leader let out a yowl as he summoned his warriors to him. In front of him stood his former deputy and at one time best friend, Shadowheart. All around him his warriors fought with rouges that Shadowheart had led into the heart of the camp.
"It's time to die you old fool." Shadowheart snarled at his clan leader as he launched himself toward him with unsheathed claws. Sinking into flesh those sharp claws of his ran down the length of his former leaders body, tearing through fur and flesh. Whitestar was in a great deal of pain but did his best to ignore it. The old tom turned and bit into Shadowheart's leg pulling the dark pelted tom out of the air and causing him to land with a loud thud. But he didn't stay down for long for within seconds he was on his paws, twisting his body so that he could sink his teeth into Whitestar's soft neck fur. His leg was released almost at once as the old tom fought to free himself from a grip that would surely bring death to him once more.
As the fight continued to rage outside a she-cat was giving birth to a new set of kits. Beside her Graypool, the medicine cat, spoke in a soothing tone, hoping to calm the frantic queen, while Foxpaw, Graypool's apprentice, kept watch at the entrance. Moonshade knew nothing of her mate's involvement in the battle that raged outside the den, but she did know of the rouges.
The first two of her kits had slid out onto the ground but something about the look on Graypool's face worried her. Though the old she-cat's voice betrayed nothing "That's it, your almost done."
A third and final kit slid onto the ground. Giving the kit a quick sniff Graypool rasped her tongue over it's body. Only when it let out a tiny 'mew' did she pull back, a purr rumbling in her throat
"Congratulations Moonshade it's a she-kit."
There was a sadness in her tone that the queen could not understand. But even though she was exhausted by now Moonshade managed to push herself up so that she may see her kits. Bt when she looked down what saw her horrified. The other two weren't moving, only one in her litter had survived.
"I'm sorry but they were born too early."
"My….my kits!"
Moonshade pushed all three to her belly
"Drink little ones, drink up."
The surviving one immediately began to suckle but the other two made no such moves. Graypool tried to take the two dead kits from her several times but each time Moonshade swatted at her with unsheathed claws and hissed warnings at her. Finally Graypool stepped back, aware it was no use right now.
Outside the rouges had been beaten and Shadowheart sat in front of the leader, beaten, and pouring blood. He seemed as if he could barely stand but even as the leader spoke of his treachery he held his head up high.
"Well do you have anything to say in your defense?"
He was answered by a snarl, already Shadowheart was forcing himself to his feet.
"Fine….Shadowheart if you are ever seen in Shadowclan again you will be killed and left for crow food." After a brief pause the leaders gaze harden "Now leave NOW!"
Flashing a glare back at the leader Shadowheart spoke his final words
"I may leave for now you old fool but you won't live forever, no cat lives forever. But I shall return to this forest one day and when I do each and every one of you will be killed. I will show you no mercy."
As his final words left his mouth his gaze had drifted toward the nursery where a single kit could be heard from. During the battle his daughter had been born, the one cat who will one day need his help. One would think he should fill ashamed of his actions, have deep regret knowing they'd never see that one kit in their entire living life. But not Shadowheart, oh no. His eyes glittered with a triumphant look.
With a heart full of wickedness that not even Starclan would save the former deputy turned his back to Whitestar, making his way out of the camp. He had a limp as he walked but the proud tom held his head up high, meeting the eyes of those who dared to react to him. As he walked out of the camp his form was swallowed by the shadows.
That was the last time Shadowheart ever walked out of the camp.
Ok just so you know Shadowheart is the father of Duskkit and he will play a big part later on. So try not to forget him too quickly.
