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A few rays from the sun shone through the entrance to the Nursery, signaling the mother to get up and restart telling the story to the young kit, whom was contently hopping around the Nursery.
"Deary, come and sit down, please." the mother called.
"Yes, Mama." The kit said obediently.
""Now, may I continue the story today, without any interruptions?" the mother asked.
"Yes Mama." the kit said as it sat down.
Alright then! While at the Elder's Den Riverpaw and her sister, Willowpaw, would ask the Elders questions, to the murder. The Elders would never answer the questions, though for fear of their own safety. One day they had went to the Elder's den to visit their grandmother, Silverlake. Silverlake had told them of many stories of the past battles and schemes. They had not thought of speaking to her about it before.
"Granny Silverlake?" Riverpaw called out.
" We would like to speak to you." Willowpaw added.
`Yes, dearies? I am here." Silverlake replied.
"C-could you tell us?" Riverpaw stammered.
" Tell you what, my sweet dears." Silverlake asked.
"T-tell us a-about F-frostriver." Riverpaw ordered timidly. Silverlake froze, than motioned for them to go deeper into the Elder's Den.
"They must not hear of this, I have to tell you quickly, for we might be caught. Are all the other elders out of the Den?" she asked as she went a bit deeper into the small muddy cave that they called the Elder's Den. Willowpaw swiftly ran to the entrance of the Elder's Den.
"It's all clear." Willowpaw whispered to the as she got to the spot that they had chosen to sit upon. Sitting down, Willowpaw and Riverpaw looked expectantly up at Silverlake's face.
" Frostriver, as you know was a very wise and well trusted elder." Silverlake started. "She was often looked upon for advice in this clan and many others for her experience in life. She knew all the ways of the clans and how to slip from all troubles easily without hurting others. She knew the best techniques for hunting and battle and had had many troublesome apprentices in her time. But dealt with them all. So when I had entered the elders den to hear a young tom ask for advice on something or another I wasn't at all surprised. I was surprised when seconds afterward she had turned him down. I went a bit closer to hear a gasp, and the sound of a neck breaking in half. Oh! That dreadful noise!" Sliverlake cried. By now Riverpaw looked as if she herself had faced the situation instead of Frostriver. She was shivering and her fur was standing on end. Her sister on the other hand was as cool and confident as she had ever been, completely unfazed that a cat had died in cold blood right where she was sitting.
"I heard the tom coming and I ran. I ran like I'd never ran before. I ran like I was young again and my legs were good." she ended as they heard as small scraping noise in the front of the Elder's Den.
"So you didn't see them?" Willowpaw asked.
"No. But I remember his voice, it was harsh and cold. Like a sharp claw made of ice." she said with a shiver. " A Third of the toms in this clan have a voice such as that, but I think that there are only three of them that would do such a thing." she said with a shiver.
"Who are they?" Willowpaw demanded. The sound of claws against dried mud could be heard in the distance.
"I can't tell you now! Someone's coming! Quick! Run! Now!" she ordered as the apprentices ran for their lives. They ran past a tom they did not know. They ran towards the Apprentice Den and jumped onto their nests. Tired of the days work and the information they had been told by Silverlake, the apprentices slipped away into a deep slumber, unaware of the result of the day, and happy to have found something helpful to solving the mystery.
"The next day they had come out of the Apprentice Den and headed straight to their Mentors, Frostleaf and Fallingstream, to see what they had to do today. On the way they could notice that the Warriors and Apprentices were even more weary and worrysome. They were whispering to each other about something in a nervous tone. By the time they had reached their mentors they had become even more worried and weary then they were before. When they had asked there Mentors what they were to do today they had been told that they were not to train today for another murder had happened the day before. The cat killed was none other then Silverlake. Their very own grandmother. The death had happened just after they had talked to her yesterday. There was supposedly no one around at the time, and it was very clear that she to had been murdered in the same, terrible way that Frostriver had, a clear and swift bite to the neck to keep air from coming to her lungs. A bite only a cat could make." By now the kit had become very restless and often, it glanced outside to see it's friends playing outside.
"Go ahead and play with your friends, little dear. We'll finish the story later." The mother said as she licked the young kit between the ears and motioned for it to go outside.
"Yes, Mama. Bye, Mama." the kit squeaked as it ran outside to play with it's friends.
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