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"Owlfeather is dead!" Fireblaze wailed. All the cats gathered to the elders den.
Skyheart was already there and checking him over. "His time was up." He muttered to himself.
Jaymist hissed and shook his head. "Our elder, what a shame. He wasn't even that old."
"When Starclan calls for a warrior then his time is up, no matter the age." Brownheart mewed softly. "It is a good thing too."
Rabbitstrike faked a yawn and padded out of the den. "What's going on?"
"Owlfeather is dead. Starclan has called him home," Weaselfoot mewed sadly. Rabbitstrike put on a sad look, but she didn't feel it one bit. Nope, not at all.
"He was a great warrior, he should be glad he won't have to live through pain anymore." With that she padded to the fresh kill pile. The other cats looked at her with strange eyes, though Ivyfrost simply glared at her.
"Did you do it?" She snapped.
Rabbitstrike looked up at her with a plump hair in her jaw. "What?!" She asked sharply, dropping her prey.
"Did. You. Kill. Owlfeather?!" The she cat hissed as she talked towards the queen.
"Why would I kill him?! I was in the den with my kits!"
"You could've snuck out and smothered him!" She accused. The clan were giving Rabbitstrike hostile looks now.
"Fireblaze, did you notice her moving or anything suspicious while we were out?"
"No Mousestar," the tom mewed. "I didn't see her move, though she could've slipped my sight." He narrowed his eyes at her. Rabbitstrike was angry. Why must they accuse her of everything?
"I didn't see her move." Jaymist called, though his eyes were holding an angry gleam. "I switched shifts with Fireblaze and watched her all night. She did nothing but sleep with her kits."
Rabbitstrike was appalled. Were they taking turns watching her now? "Why do you accuse me of everything?! What have I did wrong?!" She snarled at them. They stared at her, some in hatred, other(very few) ashamed, and last of the bit confused. Rabbitstrike snatched her hare and dragged it to the nursery. She blocked out everyone and focused her attention feeding her kits. Goldenkit and Eaglekit greeted her with happy mews while Moonkit glared at her. After that she groomed them, snapping and Moonkit when she struggled, and sent them out to play.
She laid there and watched them with a head full of thoughts. Owlfeather was dead, as was her mother and many other cats. All she needed to do really was kill Ivyfrost. But how? 'Why can't I kill her yet Lionclaw?' She hissed in her mind. But she had to wait. To stop herself from thinking she asked, rather sarcastically, if she could go hunting. When Dawnpelt gave her approval she made her way out.
Hunting took her mind off of things and she was at peace, that was until she smelled that flowery scent again.