Hmm. Two reviews- and to those who have reviewed, you get free warrior cat stuffed animals! If I get five reviews, I will post the last reviewer's request for a cat's death. Hurrah! Please enjoy the death of Rainwhisker!
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Sorreltail ran back into the warriors den, her tortoiseshell fur fluffed up and soaked; a small mouse in her jaws. "I wouldn't go out to that storm for five peasants and a fat crow," Sorreltail grumbled, dropping her mouse and beginning to groom her fur.
"It's that bad out?" Thornclaw purred, his eyes shining brightly.
Rainwhisker watched his sister start to bicker with the older warrior. He was all ready itching to get out of the warriors den- it had been raining for three sunrises already, and he had seen Hazelpaw and Mousepaw running around the clearing like mouse-brained pigeons, yelling into the warriors den that they wanted to go hunt. Last night when he was going to get some fresh kill and when he returned he found Poppypaw about to smear mouse bile all over Brackenfur's muzzle. They all needed to get outside.
"You know what, I'm going to go hunt," Rainwhisker stood up, his sore muscles and bones protesting from being in one position too long.
"Are you serious?" Sorreltail looked up from the nearly devoured mouse, her amber eyes glittering from suppressed laughter.
"Yes, I am, and I am going to scream if I don't get out side," Rainwhisker stalked out of the warriors den, being greeted by howling rain and a wet pelt.
Fighting the biting wind, he ran across the clearing stepping into puddles that drenched his paws to the skin.
When he got outside of camp, he found no trace of scent; the rain had washed it all away. He had never really been hunting alone before; usually there was someone with him. Being alone gave him a sense of ease and carelessness. Rainwhisker, he thought, you need more times like this.
Lightning struck, and the thunder soon following broke Rainwhisker from this spell.
"I need to get into shelter," He looked around wildly, but all the trees looked the same.
A whisper sounded above the pounding rain- "Rainwhisker, over here,"
The wind pushed against his pelt, shoving him under a tree where his vision cleared and the rain ceased in beating against his pelt.
Fear struck once again when the shine of greedy lightning once again struck the sky. The sound of breaking wood reached Rainwhisker's ears. Twigs and rain rained down on him. The smell of death stuck him as claws of pain bared their way into his skin. The branch put its weight down- Rainwhisker felt his ribs break in his chest and what was left of his sight was smeared with red.
Mews filled his ears, coaxing him to just let go. Without any strength left, he stopped trying to push the branch off.
Stars filled his gaze.
